Inspiration Via A Sprinkle Of Magic & Fairy Dust

The other morning, reluctant to get out of bed but knowing full well that I should, I snuggled into the covers and let my mind wander. I’d spent the last month puzzling over a couple of important plot points that I needed for the end of Caught Between a Rock and a Hunka Man. I wanted them to be touching and emotional and definitely romantic, but up to that Saturday morning, I still had nothing.

Not a single idea. Not even a hint.

The fact that I’d spent the month of December stressing over Christmas preparations (and of course, eating all of those “preparations”) probably had something to do with the lack of inspiration. My muse was hiding in the background, staying out of my way, and waiting for me to chill.

Then bang, on that Saturday morning as I lazed in bed, I got a twofer. Yes, two separate scenes that came like a sprinkle of fairy dust. I promptly thanked my muse for blessing me with the ideas, then charged out of bed to write them down before they vanished.

And vanish they do. There’s a wonderful scene in the movie About Time where the playwright answers the incessant knocking at the front door only to lose the only idea he’s had all year. (Awesome, romantic, funny, heartbreaking movie, btw!) Catch the trailer here:

So that’s how inspiration appears for me, like magic, in a puff of smoke sprinkled with fairy dust. How do your ideas come to you (and I’m not just talking writing here…any old flash of inspiration in your day will do). Talk to me. I love to hear from you!

Happy New Year & My Word For 2016

Happy New Year & My Word For 2016

How is everyone doing today on this amazing first day of another new year? It’s all I can do to contain my urge to climb up on the rooftop to shout HAPPY 2016…except my roof is covered with snow and ice and I’m scared of heights, so I’ll just shout HAPPY NEW YEAR from my favorite spot in the whole wide world, right here in my home office where I can connect to the rest of the world and all of you.

Happy 2016

For the past year, I’ve let myself be guided by a single word. PROLIFIC. It got me through the insanity of the last year and a half while I was deluged with family stuff, and helped me focus my spare time and spare brain cells on the writing.

This past December, I began the process of selecting my Word of the Year for 2016. I went through several words—expand, trust, passionate, open-hearted—and then I found the one that encompassed it all.

MORE.

I want to spend this year being MORE. More heart, more passion, more prolific, and more social. I want to go deeper into my characters and stories. I want to publish more books than I did last year. And I want to talk more about books and writing and life, and connect with people once again on Facebook and Twitter.

In other words, I’m coming out of the cave I’ve been in for the past year and some, and reengaging.

Do you have a Word of the Year? Or do you make New Year’s resolutions and goals? Talk to me. I love to hear from you!

Caught Reading: February 2015

I’m celebrating the month of love with romance books!

Caught Reading: February 2015

Last month’s selections were all terrific and while I loved each book, the one that touched me the most was Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. In fact, it touched me so deeply, at one point I had to set the book down and…well, if you’re interested, I shared my discovery over at the Women Unplugged site (What I Discovered While Reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert).

And now I’m looking forward to another month with my nose in some great books. How about you? What are you reading this month?

Here are my February reads:

The Deceived by Linda StyleCrazy Little Thing by Tracy Brogan

Shopping for a Billionaire by Julia KentOn Deadly Ground by Susan Vaughan

One in a Million by Jill ShalvisThe Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

Caught In Transition: Scattered and Splattered

I’m usually a mess. Scattered and splattered and easily brought down. I used to blame it on my creative nature. After all, I’m an artist. I wholeheartedly embrace the insanity gene I inherited from some long-dead ancestor. I mean, how else can I account for those voices whispering in my head?

But I’m in transition now, working to separate THOSE voices from MY voices.

Scattered & SplatteredIf I allow it, MY voices loudly berate me because the dust bunnies are on the rampage and the fridge is empty…again. And listen, the roads will be icy tomorrow and I might have to leave my house and navigate ice covered streets better made for skates. And gosh, wouldn’t it be fun to head somewhere warm—sans computer—and lie on a beach and listen to the waves crash against the shoreline? Maybe spend the winter chilling with a bottle of sunblock in my hand instead of a snow shovel?

However, with a deadline fast approaching, my life and my thoughts must revolve around the keyboard, and the voices that whisper their story in my ear. So when MY loud voice intrudes, and I get caught up in thoughts of tasks undone, past regrets, and unlikely-to-ever-occur fears, I take a deep breath, release it, and remember…all that exists is this moment, this day…and I unsplatter and get back to the business of completing this book.

Scattered & SplatteredIt doesn’t matter our age, whether we work inside or outside the home, whether we have children or not, whether those children are at the diaper stage, or full grown and on their own.

Life is too short to focus on past regrets or future fears. There’s only enough time today for…well, the moments that make up today.

So tell me…do you celebrate each moment as it happens? Or do the voices in your head demand you spend time on past regrets and future fears and everything in-between? Please tell me in the comments below what you plan to do in the moments after you leave this page. And then tell me whether or not you’ll intentionally and deliberately block out the disruptive voices so you can immerse yourself in the joy of each moment.

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