Recently, Pam Asberry wrote a blog post asking how writers refill their creative well. Too many rejections, heavy criticism, bad luck: it can all feel overwhelming at times. Why don’t I give up when the path looks bleak? It’s simple really: I like writing.
I’m the same way about raising sheep. This hasn’t been our best year. Lambs didn’t fare so well this spring. Our ram was struck by lightning and died. I got thrown by an agitated ewe and broke my elbow. You would think I’d just give up. Why keep going against such bad luck? It’s simple really: I like sheep.
So what do I do to recharge? I remember to enjoy the things I enjoy. I give myself double points when those interests overlap.
The Trailing of The Sheep Festival
In just a few weeks, I’ll be attending The Trailing of The Sheep Festival in Ketchum, Idaho. There will be spinning, a fiber fest, cowboy poetry, and sheepdog trials. Plus there will be 1500 sheep trailing down main street. I’m attending a symposium in conjunction with the festival: “Women Writing and Living the West.” For me, this is an inspiration banquet.
A Little Sheep Music
The Sawtooth Bluegrass Association holds its annual Bluegrass Festival at Round Valley, Idaho. Over Labor Day weekend, we camped and soaked up wonderful music. My newest favorite Idaho band is The Panhandle Polecats. They hooked me when Hank introduced his sister, Molly, the sheep-shearing song writer. The song definitely fits into a story-telling tradition that’s alive and well in Idaho. It took me a little too long to grab my camera, but here they are singing (most of) “Sheep Shearing Blues.”
Yes. Sheep do often make their way into my books. A writer friend even wrote our ram into one of his books after the lightning incident.
Over on Escape Into Life, I have a short story inspired by a petroglyph found just down the river from where I live. The story is Evil’s Day Off and this is the petroglyph:
In case you’re wondering, I do have the usual inspirational sources of family and kids, but the unusual interests really spur me on as a writer. Think a sheep interest is crazy? Mmm. Just wait until I tell you about my cemetery ramblings and the way thrift store objects nearly write their own stories.
So how about you? Do you have unusual inspirations that replenish your creative spirit?