A first kiss in a park, so many years ago…
Memories are infinite and some we don’t share. Others?may?be transient or we think gone. Until a prompt restores them and they return vividly ? kindly, harshly, surprisingly, horrifyingly, romantically. Not necessarily for real or true ? after all they were so long ago.
Creativity of thought can come spasmodically or constantly to creatives.?Often?a whiff, a sniff, a song, a colour, a hint of weather and we?re off ? into imagination.?Other times we fear the launchpad of those smells, sounds, vivid recalls will never return.
Unless? inspired by a gathering of like minds at SCBWI Vic?s Creativity Workshop and author/facilitator Simmone Howell. Simmone opened a floodgate of memories for me. Particularly in our final session on childhood memory. Not an illustrator, by any stretch, I created a visual map of my childhood ? the Saturday afternoon Mr Whippy treats, the make-believe of two sisters creating older personas and the?long forgotten Jenny Bigger. An epic James Bond drive-in fest accompanying a dad who had no son as yet to share such masculine?movies. (Loved them!) An illicit ciggie in the park, playing truant from Sunday Mass. Sandy sandwiches and a back sticking to the sweaty seat of a station wagon, counting the colours of?cars on the way to Chelsea beach.?There seemed more colours back then.
Most importantly I found a way into an upcoming scene and tricky turning point in my new YA novel, as well as an enjoyable and inspiring gathering of like-minds and creators in SCBWI. Who said writing/illustrating is a solitary occupation? It can be positively inspirational in a room crowded with?like-minds and scintillating?story sparks.