The Long And Winding Road

Writing can be a bit of a long journey especially if you are musing over a novel. There is so much to consider. Religion, landscape, architecture, even down to fashion sense of certain characters! Some days I feel so unproductive, barely writing a word, but its all in my head, processing bits and pieces.  I can see my muse standing in front of one of those big transparent screens in a sci fi/fantasy movie moving and sifting them into virtual piles. I spent a whole day the other week just looking at photos online of different houses, looking for the inspiration for a key building my character spends time in. It was like I was  expecting to find the perfect fit for the place I had made up in my head, which of course I didn’t. I did however find other things that sparked the imagination whilst I was doing it so it wasn’t a completely wasted day. It just felt like it. Do other writers get this, this frustration that if you don’t write anything you have cheated your muse and then worry that it will go off sulking and never return?

I feel like I need to justify faffing about with ideas in my head to some invisible person just because there is no hard copy writing to prove it. I know writing is often a lonely old road but I do forget just how long and winding it can be as well. I guess it’s time I dusted off my walking boots and prepare myself for the journey.