You never know when or where inspiration will strike. I’d hoped that coming to Sayulita would unbind the creative spirit, and it definitely has. Days of body surfing, hiking in the jungle, eating fine meals in the little restaurants lining the town plaza, and just generally lazing, have contributed to inspiration all right. However, inspiration is hard to bridle. It comes and goes where it will.
I had intended to brush up the fine points of my mystery series detailing the exploits of Dr. Peyton McKean, biotech sleuth. Instead, I’ve awakened deep in the night, thinking up scary stories in my Dinosaur Wars series.
I wonder what caused that to happen? Could it be the plethora of primitive creatures crawling, running and flying around here? Iguanas, like the one pictured, roaming the streets of Sayulita, climbing the trees outside our kitchen window? Geckos scurrying over the ceiling at night? Exotic colorful birds screeching and squawking all day? That mangrove swamp we passed while driving to Punta Mita, where Shelley absolutely refused to get out of the car and join me in a hunt for crocodiles?
Yeah, somewhere in there came the inspiration for a revamping of my Dinosaur Wars series, which is now well underway with a half dozen new stories either outlined or in progress. Before coming to this reptile dominated biosphere, I’d been thinking all about spies and murderers as villains for my stories. Now I’ve got a few big reptiles to add to the mix.
I’d been hoping to get a new take on my writing by coming here, and it worked. Viva Las Iguanas!!!
P.S. The restaurant I wrote about last week isn’t the Iguana Azul. That’s the place next door. The place with the awesome salsas where the waiter first turned us on to the local iguanas, is called TierraViva.