In my local writing group, we’ve been given a summer challenge to write a story set in Lyme Regis. I’m using this month to let the possibilities compost, as I look around me and take visual inspiration:
The idea is that some of the above – along with some other bits and pieces and books and poems that are swilling around in my mind – will ferment into something that works. For now though, it is merely a collection of seeds, which I’m sure will sprout when they are ready and compel me to start writing a first draft. That’s how my composting process seems to work. How does your process unfold?