This week Deborah’s book Bargaining Power is available on Amazon!
I (Deborah) paint sometimes. I’m not very good, but I’m not particularly bad either. Like an absent-minded female Bob Ross who prefers finger painting her happy little clouds (yes, I use oils) and doesn’t stick ugly buildings in front of her beautiful landscapes.
When I’m walking, I sometimes think about how, in Jane Austen’s novels, people admire the scenery. Remembering this, I look at the mountains (I live beneath some particularly stunning mountains), and I observe the incredibly intricate fall of shadows in the numerous creases. I think about how the trees in those creases look deeper and bluer than the trees on the humps. I observe where there are more trees and where there are fewer. I contemplate how the snow falls and whether the clouds are low enough to obscure the mountaintops.
Every time I look at the mountains, they look slightly different, though the base is the same. I sometimes take mental notes about how I would paint mountains in the future to try to catch that variety, that beauty—and both the big picture and the intricacy of detail.
I could spell out for you how this is all an analogy for writing, but I believe in not spoon-feeding readers. You’re bright. You tell me.