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What does a photograph of a wall conjure up?

If it’s a bad day, then the answer to that is nothing. Looking at a bare wall is like examining the whys and wherefores of writer’s block.

Some days the ideas just can’t find their way to the surface. Other days, they come out of left field, and some, well, you have to wonder where they came from.

For instance…

There is that eternal device in stories that fuels many a story, how does a person get murdered in a room with no windows, a single door, and it is locked from the inside, with the key in the lock.

The simple answer, there has to be a hatch, in the floor or in the wall.

Yes, there’s a secret panel – or on thorough checking, there is not. But there has to be, and so we just about pull the wall apart looking for the secret entrance.

Maybe if there were shelves in front of the wall, we could have the classic shelf door.

Is it possible that the murderer could somehow pass through the wall? We could have people postulating that the killer was able to rearrange their molecules so he or she could pass through.

Scientifically impossible.

But, there again, we are writing fiction. Anything is possible.

I like my idea better, the killer arrived in a time machine. I’ve often wondered just how much damage we could do if we could travel in time, backwards or forwards, but the more I think about it, time travel could only be into the past, because the future hasn’t been written yet.

So that’s my premise, as the main character, as the detective. The story is trying to convince everyone else, and that I’m not stark staring mad.

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There’s nothing like a mass of ice to start thinking about the Titanic.

Come to think of it, there are so many sayings that use the Titanic as an expression of disaster, it’s impossible to imagine that an icescape could be a thing of beauty.

Of course, being stuck on the ice is probably the worst thing that could happen to you.

Firstly, if you were to fall overboard on a cruise in icy water you probably wouldn’t have much time before you froze to death.

If you were flying over the ice and the plane came down, and if you are that lucky you survived the plane crash, being exposed to the cold outside without adequate clothing will have the same effect.

If you decide that doing a stint as a scientist at one of the Antarctica scientific stations is something you would consider, perhaps a little practice in icy conditions and freezing cold would be required.

We visited the replica of the Mawson hut that was on Antarctica, when we were in Hobart last year, and it was interesting. Although rather primitive, it had a recording of the sounds of the wind and snow in the background and that would have driven me nuts after a day.

And yet, it must be interesting working down there.

Story wise though, Alistair McLean wrote the definitive story, Ice Station Zebra, one I suggest you read.

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As we all know from folklore, there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

But…

Here’s the thing – you cannot get to the end of the rainbow.

I know, I’ve tried. A few years back in New Zealand, we were coming down the mountain road and at the turn, that’s where the rainbow ended. It was quite clear, there, before us, but by the time we reached it, a few seconds later, it was gone.

So, what do rainbows represent?

The technical reality is that it is just light refracting on raindrops. Boring, huh?

How about something more positive, that it is a symbol of hope.

In Greek and Roman mythology, Iris the goddess of the rainbow was one of the messengers of the gods.

In other mythology, a leprechaun buries a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

However…

If we are going to consider the possibilities of using a rainbow in a story, whether it is the catalyst for an event, either good or bad, since I prefer the glass-half-full version, let’s just say our protagonist, at a very low point after some devastating news, just happens t look out and see a rainbow.

What happens after that is up to your imagination…

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While the first thought you might have of what this photograph represents might be of the water, yet again, as it is the same place as that of yesterday, in contrast, this was two days later and later in the day.

What fascinated me this time was the clouds.

I have it in mind that we always seem to imagine that very large alien spaceships are going to come out of the clouds, and that one I saw, well, I stood there for a while half expecting to witness the first alien visit.

It’s probably too much to expect that they would come to Australia first before they went to America, and even less so Queensland.

Except of course, they came to see Surfer’s Paradise, stay in one of the many hotels overlooking the beach and ocean, go to one of a zillion restaurants, get in some surfing, or just laze around for a week or so before they did what they came to do.

Just think, your famous catchline could be, “A funny thing happened on the way to the casino … I ran into this group of aliens … or at least I think they were aliens, it’s hard to tell the way our younger generation gets around these days…”

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I have this thing about taking photos of the ocean. This one was taken early in the morning, after sunrise, which was pretty spectacular, and of a passing rain belt. It’s not quite as discernable as it was with the naked eye, but it was out to sea, and I wondered what it might be like aboard a large ship.

What if the rain storm followed the ship? It would be intriguing to know if that’s ever happened, but my thought would be, a ship in the middle of the ocean, with limited engine power because of a mysterious breakdown, pouring rain continuously pounding the ship keeping everyone inside, and then people start dying.

Of course, there’s no visible reason why they should be, no wounds, no strangulation, no gunshot or knife attacks, people just dropping dead.

Is it the shroud that has enveloped the ship?

Is it unworldly?

Is it nature’s retribution?

It might be the latter, because on board is a large group of industrialists responsible for more of the carbon dioxide output that is destroying the ozone layer and worsening climate change.

Now, there’s a story!

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It could be a dark and stormy night.

It could be the catalyst for someone who makes a decision to join the space program and head for the moon.

It could be that there is already a space program, there are bases on the moon, and we’re about to head off to Mars.

It could be just someone skulking in the dark up to no good cursing the fact the moon just came out from under the clouds and exposed their position.

Or it could be a war story, ships on the ocean stalking the enemy under the cover of darkness, only to be foiled by the moon, which sometimes can be quite bright.

I often wonder what it might have been like in the North Atlantic between America and England when the convoys were hoping to get to England without being sunk. A dark moonless night would have helped.

There are so many reasons why the moon could be important to a story. Perhaps I will write one now!

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While in reality, this is just an ordinary lake at a resort we stayed at a while back and can be used for canoeing.

During summer the surrounding undergrowth is a haven for snakes, and it is not a good idea to wander too close.

Hardly the place to spur the imagination…

Unless, of course, you start thinking about the ethereal aspects it could possess. For instance, it might be the place where the ghosts of those who drowned come out to play at night.

It might be a lake in the middle of what was once an experimental site that needed a lot of water, and that tainted water might be the haven for mysterious creatures.

Ot it just might be part of a disused government secret site, long abandoned, with buildings and infrastructure just waiting for the right explorer to visit. Again, the ghosts of those who once were there could just be the reason why no one goes near the place.

And, what if there was an extensive, and invisible network of underground rooms. Above ground, just a pond and surrounding overgrown gardens, underneath, well, that’s up to you.

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while poking around in what could be considered part of our colonial past, we came across a place that had a few remnants.

It’s hard to imagine that in the 1800s wagons like the above were a principal means of transport, with variations for transporting goods, or people, drawn by horses.

Whereas these days we can travel 300, 400 miles in a day in the modern car, and in relative comfort, to do the same distance in a horse-drawn vehicle, with no spring loaded axels, would take days.

And the journey is particularly uncomfortable over any distance. There would have to be a series of Inns and Hotels to stay overnight because travel at night would be difficult.

It’s hard to imagine where we would be without the modern motor car.

I have had a ride in a stagecoach once, over a short journey, and it was not something I would contemplate over a long distance.

But, then, what if we suddenly have no oil to create petrol, and we use up all the minerals needed for electric car batteries?

I think it could inspire a post-apocalypse world we would bearly be able to survive in.

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This is taken from a rather bleak part of the coast near Coffs Harbour in New South Wales, Australia.

There was something about the sea on a particularly bleak day and not the sort of weather anyone would want to be out doing the touristy things.

We, on the other hand, are ready to visit anywhere anytime in any condition.

We never quite got as far as the end of the cliffs, but the notion that there were caves, and once upon a time, pirates or smugglers makes for a good story.

Certainly, with our convict settlement beginnings, it’s not hard to imagine the convicts stealing a boat, and sailing south from Sydney, the only settlement at the time, and landing in a place like this.