It seems to me that I have great ideas (or not so great, who knows!) when I’m driving the car. I remember when I was a teenager, I used to get in my car and drive through London, deliberately trying to get lost. Getting lost in London is pretty easy, I’d just have to take a few wrong turns, then I’d spend time trying to find my way back home. Now, when I’m stuck in a story, trying to figure out motivations or specific trouble spots, I get in the car and drive. Here in Saskatoon, the landscape is very different from the landscape of London. I’m on a grid system here and I’d find it really hard to get lost. Instead, I drive out into the prairies. Those long straight roads that disappear into the horizon, populated by nothing but wheat and grass, give me space for my imagination to get to work. Big, empty skies and empty roads let my mind wander.
Where do you go when you need to think over a story?