Early spring after snow melt is a fine time to be about, noticing the lay of the land.
I walked down to Sand Creek yesterday afternoon, to this spot where a chapter of my middle grade novel takes place. I sat down on the bank and read over my work, checking if my story could have happened here the way I’d imagined. I was willing to have the lay of the land rewrite my chapter if need be.
Then I lay back and waited for this place to convey its sounds, sights and smells to me. I would need all this to fill the holes in my imagination and inform the drawings I was about to start.
I did a lot of important work on Sand Creek.
The result is, today my mind feels huge, full of cool forest air and a slipping expanse of water. It sees the big landscape my character and her young horse must navigate.
Best of all, I feel excited to draw what I’ve seen. I’m full of knowledge I could not have gotten any other way.