Today I decided to spend a couple of hours without my phone, while making sure that I brought enough things along to create or to at least jot down my ideas, when I would feel inspired.
One swimming session, all by myself, a filling lunch and a glass of cold white wine ( or two ) later, ideas started to pop up.
I have to add, though, that I had also brought my E-reader along with me and that I had gotten back to re-reading my original 'Life of Hypersensitivosaurus' story, written back in November 2019,
as mentioned in my previous write up It was a female raptor that he met at the water... and, while going through this old(ish) story, inspiration started to flow back to me, with full force, supersayian style.
If you haven't already, I invite you to read the text in the screenshot above this post, taken from my original story ( typos and all ).
These days, it is pretty much like I am going through an old shoe box, the difference being that it is not a shoe box and that the photographs are actually written text, fragments of a(n old) story.
In all honesty, the 50k words that I wrote almost 4 years ago, in one single month, are more or less connected and often pretty random, as I didn't start writing with a plan ( just an idea, that I only got days before ) and, on some days, I actually had to force myself to write, as I really wanted to write daily ( the entire month ) and reach my 50k NaNoWriMo ( National Novel Writing Month ) goal.
While reading the tens of thousands of words that I penned down typed during those days, I get all kinds of little flashbacks bringing me back to my life, back then, as well as images of the story ( like I am playing a movie in my head ).
So I started sketching a little bit, today.
To get back, one more time, to the shoe box theme/ scene, I was reminded, today, that - when I wrote that exact scene - I had run out of ideas/ inspiration. I believe I was so desperate ( or creative, depending on your perspective ) that I had even paid a couple of Dollars or Euros for some kind of online game that generated ideas/ topics to write about by the rolling of some virtual dice, or something along those lines.
I am pretty sure that 'A Lost Treasure' was one of those topics.
For your information, in case you're not a maths wizard, I had to average almost 1700 words per day, that month, so that little alinea of probably not even 200 words definitely did not cut it, haha!
Now let me end this with a quick little sketchie that I made, while having lunch, after reading a fragment of my story where the writer in my story asks himself the question: Did Dinosaurs Have Lips?
TO BE CONVINUED...
P.S. Cheers 
