I’m in the middle of a writing a new book. My writing time is sacred to me – it’s my creative oasis where I go to find myself again and again. I guard my writing time as precious – I find myself looking forward to jumping back into the thick of my characters’ lives. Their lives have become real to me, and I am always thinking about them…even when I sleep!
Sometimes I get my best writing ideas when I sleep. I keep a notepad open on my phone by my bed and I jot down all the details as soon as I wake up. Within minutes, the details escape me…so if I’m not fast with my pen (err, thumbs) – I’ll lose the train of thought.
I came up with another idea for a book last night – and I’m in LOVE with it. I can’t wait to write it. I wrote out the outline and structure – and now I must wait to write it. The anticipation is agony. Why must I wait? Because I’m in the thick of the first draft of my current novel (series, actually). I have to tend to this novel before I can begin the next one. That’s the way it works.
I hope that my new idea waits for me. If not, there will be more ideas. There always are. Life gives me so much inspiration!