This is the thing with writing a novel, at least one of the things. You read something in the news. Have an idea. Make a connection. And it’s as if it was designed to fit into your story all along.
There are records of dreams we recounted to each other in the mornings. The transcriber knew us so well, he or she was able to read and duly note our moods. Some even took sides in family arguments, noting on the margins of the transcripts who they thought was right. It’s like having had a one-sided relationship with these invisible broadcasters of our tormented souls. link
I’ve lost track of how many news stories I’ve adapted for my novel. They’re all completely unrelated. Some serve to inspire an idea, others work as a plot device. I guess this might be one of the tricks of creative writing – that of being open to suggestion. Of not being fixed in thought or slave to a pre-planned plot.
Photo taken by me in Byumba, Rwanda.