And I knew at the time, it was a gift. A kind of instant story - just add characters and leave to set.
I’m not going to tell you the story - at least, not yet - because, I did what any self respecting writer would do; I wrapped that story up in a golden blanket and tucked it safely into some darkened recess of my right brain.
Several weeks have passed - it might even be months - and all the while that story has been evolving, growing, maturing. I’ve met more dog walkers and more dogs, some of whom have helped to feed my little golden bundle with scraps of their own life events. And I’ve spent lots of spare hours reading and researching, making sure I’ve got my facts straight. And each day, my excitement about this story is a little bit more than the last.
But this week, I could resist no longer. The time had come to make a plan, write my first words, and be woken in the night by its cries. I am in love.
And whilst this is definitely not going to be just a regurgitation of the spaniel woman’s story, and whilst I know there is still much work ahead of me, I wouldn’t be writing it without her timely intervention in my life.
Where do you get your inspiration?