As you who read this regularly know, I've been "off the grid", so to speak, in the past year. That can make it difficult to get going again. Today, I did something that hit a vital nerve.
For months now, my husband and I have talked about writing a book (and we've been encouraged by knowledgeable friends), based on our combined experiences working at Walt Disney World. Recently, we learned about a publisher who is focusing on just that type of thing, so we've slowly been formulating a unique perspective that would interest this publisher.
I don't want to go into detail about the specifics of the proposal; call it superstition if you want. The great thing about working on the draft, then perfecting it to fit the criteria, and, finally clicking that "submit" button - it set something off in me that's been dormant for months. I felt like a real author again.
That might sound odd from someone who has been published in several venues, and is getting ready to see her first novel in print. But it is true of creative people, I think. If you lose your momentum, or, in whatever way, absent your chosen creativity, it becomes a monumental mountain to ascend and find inside you what propelled you to take on that challenge before.
Today, I knew that I'd sparked something inside, and now I'm anxious to move forward with new ideas, and actually put them on paper. I'll let you know if our proposal is accepted, and I'll be back soon with specifics on my new works in progress.