These are a few…
Watching a film at the cinema that makes me sit back at the end and think, I want to write something that powerful.
Walking through a wooded glade on a summer’s day, birdsong competing with the chirping of crickets, dappled sunlight lighting the way.
Wandering through art galleries and sitting in front of any painting that grabs my attention, studying the composition, the colour, each brushstroke by the artist.
Reading familiar stories told in unfamiliar ways.
Listening to music that causes an upwelling of emotion, in perfect harmony with each crescendo.
Bonsai trees, because they’re complete worlds in themselves.
Talking to other creative people, which always generates an avalanche of ideas.
Walking into a traditional stationers, which presents a world of fountain pens, writing paper, quills, ink and wax seals, all containing the potential of great words.
Visiting art supply stores, with pristine canvas and paints secured in tubes, neatly and chromatically arranged, waiting to erupt chaotically onto the canvas to tell their own story.
All these things spark my creativity. What sparks yours?