My daughter, the stylist, was laboring on Labor Day, so I went to the salon to get my haircut. Her other client was getting some maintenance work on her dreadlocks and we got to talking. First she learned I was a writer (daughter asked how my book was going), and later, when she learned who my publisher is, she got very excited, saying I must be famous.
God gives all of us gifts. He has a purpose for all of us, too. The gifts He gives us, He intends us to use in completion of that purpose. Writing is one of the gifts He gave me. But that doesn’t mean that writing is always easy or fun. A lot of the time, writing just feels like hard work. Getting my brain to wrap around a plot problem. Wondering why something isn’t working and not being able to see the forest for the trees. Feeling like I’ve written myself into a corner from which there is no escape.
Ah, but then there are times like I’ve been having for the last week, when ideas are firing as I go to sleep at night and still firing when I wake up in the morning. Writing days when I can’t get the words down fast enough. I’ve been jotting things down in my “rolling plot” notebook (two pages worth over the past several days) of things I need to do or would like to do. Ideas that will flesh out my characters more, that will add depth and emotion to the plot. I’m so crazy about my hero and heroine at the moment, so glad that they have found one another.
Hey, you! Step away from the toilet bowl. I’m not done swishing yet. LOL!!