I could see a dart lodging in a man's neck. Oh, not a poisonous dart, but a wildly thrown dart by a blonde dynamo. One a writer could classify as a love dart. My hero was so angry--pissed, actually--that he was intent on giving her a verbal thrashing she'd never forget. Then she opened her mouth and took command of the one-sided conversation. Poor guy...he'll never be the same again.
In three hours I wrote two chapters, plus the lyrics to a song to use within the story somewhere. Don't ask me "why a song." It was just there, beating in my mind. I can hear the music, but since I haven't written any scores since I was thirteen, I'm not up to the challenge. Even so, I have three verses and a chorus of a country-western song.
INSPIRATION--a beautiful word, don't you think? Where does your inspiration come from?
