Inspiration comes from the oddest places for me. Sometimes all it takes is a picture, or a moment, or even just an overheard phrase and my mind starts working overtime. As a writer, I think I'm the most unbearable then, when I get that new idea... I have to write as much as I can as quickly as I can, while that feeling lasts. If I don't, I lose it, and then I'm back to being stuck.
For "Not My Type" the inspiration came from a trip I took with my mother and sisters to Prince Edward Island. I had never been before even though I read about it constantly in my youth, and the experience was nothing less than absolutely magical. I loved every moment of it. I would move there is a heartbeat if I knew hubby would go along with it. As it is, I have to content myself with the pictures I brought home, the world I'm spinning for Lilly, Adam, Rhiannon, Joe, Adele and Nate, and the bright hope I'll be able to return some day soon.
For "Not My Type" the inspiration came from a trip I took with my mother and sisters to Prince Edward Island. I had never been before even though I read about it constantly in my youth, and the experience was nothing less than absolutely magical. I loved every moment of it. I would move there is a heartbeat if I knew hubby would go along with it. As it is, I have to content myself with the pictures I brought home, the world I'm spinning for Lilly, Adam, Rhiannon, Joe, Adele and Nate, and the bright hope I'll be able to return some day soon.
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