Inspiration… what inspired me to write ‘Ignoring Gravity’

Inspiration, a slippery thing to pin down. Finding the root, that original thought which evolved into Ignoring Gravity, is a inexact process. I was an imaginative child. I would lie in bed at night and wonder what it might be like to live somewhere else, in another country, with a different family… what if… I was a boy, or lived in a busy city, or was good at arithmetic? I started to consider, what makes us, us? If I had grown up in France not England, with a father who was a businessman not a farmer, would I be a different person now? Or have I, through my personality and life experiences, essentially made me, me?  InspirationThis idea stayed with me. It wasn’t something I actively thought about, but it was in the back of my mind. I should say I’m not adopted and I had a happy rural childhood in East Yorkshire. Here I am [above] in 1964, riding Mistletoe at Burton Fleming.

When I turned from journalism to fiction 15 years ago, I started to think about identity again. One day a sentence came to me fully-formed, written at my creative writing class.
Rose Haldane thinks children should be served lightly grilled with a green salad.
Rose has a very clear idea of who she is, until the day she discovers she is adopted. Her family history is a blank page but Rose is still Rose. My tutor Nina said, ‘That’s it, that’s the first line of your novel. Now go away and write it.’ And that was the beginning of Ignoring Gravity. The inspiration. The spark which made me write more.

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Comments

  1. It’s interesting how the pieces eventually come together. I’ve also always been a day dreamer, and walked around and made up stories in my head that haven’t really shared with anyone. I’ve just admitted to friend and hubby (he needs an explanation when I fade out) that I have a quite vivid imagination. As an excuse and explanation, more than anything else.

    But then, one morning, all the different pieces had been puzzled together, forming a larger picture. Like your first sentence.