Sleep and stillness are wonderful gifts for the subconscious – portals for ideas.
My problem is, I’ve always been great at writing a title. In my life there have been scores of fantastic titles followed by thousands of blank pages. And who can’t help but fall in love with The Well Seasoned Yogi as a title. I mean, seriously – it’s layered with meaning.
After The Muse paid her visit I crawled back into bed. And couldn’t sleep. Of course not! A person dismiss a visit from The Muse so lightly. I had one thing to do before sleep could return. I turned on the desk lamp, grabbed my notebook and wrote down every detail.
So here’s my new challenge. The San Francisco Writer’s Conference is in exactly six months. Can I have proposals for The Well Seasoned Yogi and Practically Twisted written in time?
Of course I can. It’s dawn of a new day. I can do anything I want.
At this point it would be very easy to slip into the “let me tell you how screwed up 2008 was.” But that would be too self-indulgent. Let’s just say that when I saw the opportunity to turn a corner I took it, at speed, tires squealing. I made a choice – the second half of my life would be a thousand times more brilliant than the first. I promised to listen to my intuition a bit more and stay focused in the present rather than panicked about the future. I promised to accept challenges full on – to stop living a fearful life.
And so far, so good.
Do I have an agent? No. A publisher? No. For that matter, is the novel completed? No – but we’ve turned a corner on that, too. Book proposal for Practically Twisted? Nearly there. Well Seasoned? Just about.
Is there work to be done? Hmmm. Yeah, I think so.
Am I having fun?
What do you think?