Writing into the Inspiration of Place
During my time in Scotland, researching my novel, I fell in love with a small Roman brig near the site of where my great-grandparents? mining village once stood. (Bothwellhaugh, Lanarkshire) It conjured for me a strong sense of place and a romanticism that followed me home, begging me to write it into my story.
I knew that it really had no place to sit naturally, so for a long time I gave up on the idea. Until… I needed a short intro to the setting and characters that I wanted to set some years previous to the story.
In my mind, I could see a laddie and a wee lass with him, hiding under the brig (as they called it) and could hear them whispering. The rest you?ll have to wait to find out about when you read the book. I wanted to share my source of inspiration?though.
(Special thanks to the marvellous Tom Eadie in Scotland for sharing so generously, and often,?of his knowledge of Bothwellhaugh and things Scottish. And for sharing the image on the postcard pictured at top.)