Every once in a while though, the inspiration is such a small thing that it's hard to explain. For instance, my trip to Scotland and London last week. In part, the trip was research-based. I want to write a story set somewhere else, and when the opportunity came to head to Britain, I jumped at it. The thing is instead of some sweeping a-ha moment of brilliance, I got little bits and pieces of inspiration from a lot of different places.
There is the barred over window in the secret room at Glamis Castle...
...and the haunted squatters' tunnels under Edinburgh...
...and the caged graves in the cemetery around Greyfriar's Kirk...
...and the ruins of Dunnottar Castle...
...and the mists that float like living things through the valleys...
...and then there's the dragon ;-)
I'm not sure which of these things will stick to make a story or if somehow I'll be able to work them all into something really epic. One way or another though, there's a story here and it will be written. Because there's a thing about Scotland. Even with the rain and the dreariness, it sinks under your skin and touches your soul. It's a magical place and, if you're lucky, when you leave you get to take a little piece of the magic with you.
