So many things have inspired my writing this week it’s been a hard road to pick which one should carry the flag into the Thursday’s Children fray.
There was reaching a goal – finishing chapter edits of the first third of the book and being pleasantly surprised at the result. Receiving some hard and encouraging critiques which have spurred me to keep plugging away at the craft (in a hoorah I’m getting somewhere kind of way). I was also inspired by nature and considered the merits of the seasons, in particularly the burnt end of summer.
And I was all set to write a very metaphorical post about a writer’s tools after downloading the Scrivner trial this week.
I even took this photo after a stint in the garden today…
And I realised although all those things were inspiring I had been captivated by something much more surprising… the lowly tuber. (They even managed to sneak their way into the photo en mass.)
It’s true I did get a lot of sun today, but if it has been a moment of madness, at least it is of the useful kind.
You see last year I received a few free bags of dahlia tubers, and I got a bit crazed planting them all over the place. In particular, I’d just fixed a big raised garden bed under our dining room window and it was tantalising empty. So with great gusto, and proof that I will never win any landscaping awards, I crammed that box full of as many tubers as I thought it could handle and sat back waiting to see what kind of dahlias would come up.
And come up they did; almost all a reddish purple colour with a few pom pom yellow ones. The flowers were beautiful, but the garden looked like a team of basketball players holed up in a Wendy house (and very scruffy basketball players at that when they’d finished flowering).
In the past I’ve always left my dahlia tubers in the ground, but this garden had been a dismal failure so I dug them all up (they can winter in the shed until I find a better home for them). But the amazing thing about these tubers, (and I suspect why I got so many free of the same colour) is how much they multiply. For each tiny weeny little tuber I’d planted last year – I got at least ten really big ones.
By now you’re checking to see if this is really a writing blog… (*scrolls to the top… and scratches head*)
But here’s the thing:
- These things are seriously easy to grow;
- They are really easy to pull up; and
- They multiply quickly.
And what if…
- They grew everywhere? Wild, on the side of the road (like dandelions…).
- And they were edible?
Forget lembas, I don’t know the magical elvish receipe, but this could be the traveller’s friend. So none of my characters would ever need to starve on the road – and in fact you need never see anyone starving because this plentiful little tuber could be found everywhere…
The sun was pretty hot, but as I pushed that wheelbarrow up and down the bank at the back of our section, the ideas kept multiplying (sort of like the tubers). What if someone tried to limit the availability of these plants? Perhaps pulled them all up and burnt them for the very worst motives; spite, power, hatred, profit?
I’m not sure the tuber wars are really where my WIP is headed, but if nothing else it served to illustrate that the strangest things can catch your fancy (especially if you’re a writer).
Actually I feel quite sorry for my characters – they’re the ones that will be eating my fictional tubers. And just between you and me, I don’t think they taste good.
If you want to join in on the Thursday’s Children fun, just blog about what inspires you to write and add your link to this linky – or to check out the other inspiring posts. Thanks so much to Rhiann Wynn-Nolet and Kristina Perez for hosting!