It is a writer’s habit to note what is going on around
her – quality of light, buildings, objects, sights, sounds smells – all of
which, eventually, find their place in some novel or other.
In my case, one instance of this is the pile of six
packed notebooks completed on a visit to Moscow. In those pages I scribbled
notes and impressions as well as drawings of what I could see. There is one
drawing in there, of a woman on a shopping street holding up a second hand
coat by the shoulders offering it for sale. She is standing beside a man
offering a single shoe. Five years later those scribbles, those images were
a powerful element in the writing my novel, The Self Made Woman,
which is set in Moscow in 1991.
These days I have a digital camera which is also a
useful notebook tool. And recently I have spent some time in the Langue D'Oc in France. I just look at my photographs and I am back there, breathing
the air, blinking in the bright light, hearing the burr of southern
speech.
So, here are just some of these images that will, in
time, inspire and inform another novel, perhaps in five years time!
Watch this space!
Wendy