G.F. Handel is one of my favourite composers, so it was a lovely surprise when excerpts from his opera Ariodante opened the ESO's Vivaldi and Viola midweek concert last night. I enjoy the symphony: as a writer, I find attending live music events to be inspiring: the rich texture of classical pieces provides a wonderful backdrop on which to explore thoughts and revel in imagery evoked by the movements. It's also a great opportunity to be a part of a group of people all experiencing the same musical brilliance at the same time.
I've also been inspired lately by the theatrical efforts of people I have recently met and people that I've worked with in the past. To see how dedication and passion can create something that, regardless of how the final project is received, can say so much, has really convicted me of the importance of art in community.
Bad films can bring great inspiration. My friends showed me a review of Southland Tales, and although it violated everything I hold amazing and cool (the Bible, socialists/ anarchists, time travel), I was strangely happy afterwards, because I thought, hmm, there's hope for me yet.
One of my roommates is also a writer, and we've started a collaborative novel for fun. It's good to have deadlines and people hassling me to finish my chapter already! again.
Speaking of hassling, my amazing friend Michelle is making sure I'm working on my own novel and getting a decent number of chapters every week. If not for her, I would've given up long ago.
Serious writing is difficult and rewarding and crazy! Thank goodness there's always plenty of inspiration around.