We get our inspiration from different places. Some of us like long walks, some of us like movies, some of us like to watch football and drink beer. Me, I have a monkey.
Now, it isn’t a live monkey. It’s a pink monkey. Her name is Galadriel, and she has different outfits. Granted, she mostly wears the camo boxer shorts, but, hey, who wants to be uncomfortable when at home?
Galadriel sits with me while I write. She has her own notebook that stays open on her lap, and when I get stuck, I look over and Galadriel and have a long talk about the plot line. It’s the talking out loud that helps to jog my brain over whatever’s holding it back, but it works, so I don’t argue.
Galadriel also helps out on days when I just don’t want to do anything but sit and stare. You know, those days when nothing goes right, and the only way to fix it is to curl up in a ball and wait on it to pass. All I have to do to get over that is look at her because, let’s face it, you can’t be bummed looking at a pink monkey in camo boxer shorts.