I was working in my creative journal on the premise to a story, pulling themes through the main concept like threads in a woven tapestry. I decided to use watercolor paint to make the threads (themes) stand out.
I learned that watercolors bleed into one another. Quickly. When I first saw it happening on the page I screamed, “Oh Sh*t.” Then I realized that the paint was telling me something. I know it sounds all woo woo, but it’s true. Themes blend, are rarely pure, shouldn’t be pure, cannot be pure —the truth is in the mix.”
So that’s my wee epiphany for the week from the paint in my journal.
In the end, my premise page (see below) is not pretty, but it was highly productive for me as a writer.
By the way, my working premise for this story (which you cannot read underneath my painted mess) is: “Bad boy Sebastian meets his match in Sadie Stewart, a sexy smuggler trading Nazi looted art. Behind her model face is a complex and desperate woman willing to do anything to protect her secret baby. Can he stop her, before he loses his heart? Set in Holland, Italy and U.S.
Has the paint been talking to any of you lately?