A yoga class isn’t the obvious place to find inspiration for a thriller but that’s often where it happens for me.
Writing is hard on the body. Not like digging a ditch is but sitting still for hours with your hands primed over a keyboard day after day does nasty things to muscles. To make it worse, I’ve had a bad back for years – the result of an injury and bad genes – and long periods at a keyboard were painful.
I didn’t start yoga to help with either of these problems. About five years ago, a friend asked me along. I met a nice bunch of people and, to be honest, in the first year I sometimes only went for the coffee afterwards. Then I started to notice the effect it was having on my writing.
After twelve months of twice-a-week classes, not only could I tie myself in a knot, I could also sit for longer without pain. And I realised the muscles I held rigid in typing got a great stretch and the ones that were lazy from inactivity were worked.
It wasn’t just physical. The creative process isn’t something I can switch on and off easily. Scenes, characters and dialogue tend to go round and round on an endless, involuntary loop in my head. Yoga short circuits that. It takes focus to stand on one leg or to fold in half and to breath in and out at the right times. The voices in my head have to shut up so I don’t fall on my face. So while my body gets a workout, my mind gets a rest.
So where does the inspiration come in? Well, that’s at the end. We finish with a relaxation session, stretched out on the floor, mind empty. That’s the theory, anyway. My imagination tends to leap back to life in those moments. Characters come alive, scene dilemmas are resolved and tired dialogue is revamped.
In yoga, strong poses are followed by counter poses, designed to release the muscles that have been worked hard. For me, my yoga practice has become the counter posture to my writing.