I do! I often make up scenes when I'm walking, or driving, or commuting - but mainly when I'm walking. Something about walking seems to get the creative juices flowing. I sometimes have to race back to jot things down. I heard once that Iris Murdoch used to take a dictaphone with her when she was walking the dog, so she could write as she walked. I'm sure I could get an app for that... hmmm!
It's mostly Merlin and Arthur that pop up - although at the moment I've got quite a lot of Elena/Morgana feels, and sometimes Gwen or Gwaine knock on my noggin and demand entry... Writing for me seems to start with feelings, and they have to come out as words.
Sounds familiar! Walking works excellently for me too - and for Iris Murdoch, apparently. There's an author that I see sometimes on my walks; she seems to think the same. If you find a good app, let me know? :)
I don't write in any other fandoms, and here's where I wish I had edited the list of questions before posting it here, because I can't even draw a convincing stick man, let alone create anything that remotely resembles an image I'm proud of... so instead, how about a verbal image that I like.
One particularly vile November morning... Gwen trotted up to his door, pressed the button and stood under her umbrella, feet in a puddle. She was wearing wellies covered in bright yellow sunflowers, and a bright sunflower-patterned raincoat, and carrying a sapphire-blue umbrella. Yellow-and-blue, to cheer him up.
"You're a technicolour girl in a monochrome world," he smiled at her ruefully.
(From "Tristesse" - it's one of my first fanfictions, and there are lots of things I'd do differently if I was writing it now, but I kinda like the visuals).
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It's mostly Merlin and Arthur that pop up - although at the moment I've got quite a lot of Elena/Morgana feels, and sometimes Gwen or Gwaine knock on my noggin and demand entry... Writing for me seems to start with feelings, and they have to come out as words.
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One particularly vile November morning... Gwen trotted up to his door, pressed the button and stood under her umbrella, feet in a puddle. She was wearing wellies covered in bright yellow sunflowers, and a bright sunflower-patterned raincoat, and carrying a sapphire-blue umbrella. Yellow-and-blue, to cheer him up.
"You're a technicolour girl in a monochrome world," he smiled at her ruefully.
(From "Tristesse" - it's one of my first fanfictions, and there are lots of things I'd do differently if I was writing it now, but I kinda like the visuals).
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