Inspiration in strange places.
I’ve written before about how I find inspiration from the parks, houses and gardens, in the area where I live. But there are other places too, such as Garston Shore in Liverpool; quite appropriate, since I write YA urban fantasy. There’s something about urban decay that fascinates me, which I suppose is a bit strange. I find the deterioration of once proud ships, both sad and slightly creepy. That said, the sight of such things almost always brings inspiration leaping to my mind. There’s a kind of beauty to urban decay that I find hard to explain.
I used to take the train to work, and to either side of the line I travelled on, would be steep, overgrown banks of grass-covered earth. Atop these banks, one could see the occasional abandoned railway building, long disused, with empty, glass less windows and bricked up doorways; again a source of inspiration for me.
I use these images as my “palette” from which I pick and choose the dark and light colours to create my worlds and even my characters. Black skies, thunderstorms, along with wind and rain, complete my store of inspirational images, forming the embodiment of my fictional worlds and their inhabitants.