|Posted by Donna Dawson on January 26, 2014 at 10:20 PM|
My greatest writing tool is my computer. I have the world sitting in a box waiting for me to access it if I need. It allows me to accumulate information—research—so my stories can be accurate. It allows me to fly through thoughts, transferring them to files before they skitter away from me.
Then there is my solitude. People assume that a person who spends much time alone is not healthy. It's pretty hard to write a book when the social calendar is full. I need places where I can go to ponder, to allow my imagination free rein, to sift through plots and subplots.
My final, most important, writing tool is a note pad complete with pen. I'm sure if the average person found my scribblings they would wonder if I had ever learned the English language in the first place. The note pad can contain full sentences but rarely does. Usually it is a word or three—just enough to trigger my memory. The reader of that note page might see a list: nose, flared, bent, bridge like hawk's beak. Just enough stuff there to give me a picture—refresh my initial line of thought.