Writing to you from sunny Florida today. Getting a break from the winter blues of living in a province with very limited sunshine always inspires my writing. Walking in the sunshine feeds my brain!
Since starting Stile, I have had many people ask me how did I get inspired to come up with a story. Feeling inspired today when walking, I thought, "This is what my blog will focus on today!"
I had many inspirations when it came to Stile. I took different aspects of my life experiences and fantasies to develop my plot for Stile. An example of this is in my first chapter of Stile, is where Kate (my heroine) is at a rock concert. When Harley (my hero) walks on stage, Kate is completely smitten and fascinated with him, barely paying any attention to the rest of the guys in the group. This scene comes from my teenage obsession with Jon Bon Jovi. I can remember the day I first seen Jon on TV during the video of "You Give Love a Bad Name." I immediately became obsessed with him. All my allowance was spent on buying teenage magazines that had pictures of Jon and then ripping out those particular pages, taping them to my bedroom wall. I had so many pictures of him this way that I covered EVERY INCH of my walls and doors. I had turned my bedroom into a wallpaper haven of Jon. Like I said, I was, and still am, obsessed with Jon Bon Jovi. Of course when Bon Jovi came to play in our small town, I was going and I was going to ensure I was in the front row. When the day came, I pushed my way to the very front (no seating back in those days at our stadium) and waited, my heart racing for him to come on stage. I clearly remember the stage going black and then flashing bright as he was finally before me. I didn't jump, I didn't scream. I just stood there running my eyes over him, wondering if this was real. Then I started to cry. I stood there, wishing, hoping he would glance my way. I fantasized that he would pick me from the crowd and invite me backstage. Of course, this didn't happen, because otherwise we would be married now. LOL. But writing Stile, I want to remember this memory and the fantasies. In using my experience of that first concert and my fantasies, I started writing the first chapter of Stile.
Here is the first paragraph of Stile:
"I didn’t realize when the stage lights came on, I was looking at the person who would completely change my well planned out life. Tall, lanky, with a wild mess of shoulder length brown hair, my eyes are immediately drawn to him as he walks on stage. His bandmates, I spare not even a glance. With his tight black jeans, black t-shirt, a multitude of tattoos on both of his sculpted arms and a cheeky grin across his face; his bad boy persona is complete. Not what I usually look for or think is attractive, but on him, he is pure sex and he has my full attention. The band starts playing and this sex god starts the first song as he confidently swaggers down the small set of stairs, my eyes following, taking in how snug his jeans are as he moves closer to where I am standing in the second row. Finishing his part of the song, he looks out over the audience and grins. He is stunningly beautiful." - Stile: Book One
The reward I received in writing based on these memories and fantasies has been boundless to me personally. It brings me back to my youth, to the overwhelming teenage passion and I also get to relive my experience. Writing about it also lets me live out my fantasy of him in my novel, because there, anything can happen!
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