With all my recent whining about not being in the mood to write, I always knew I was merely in a percolation stage. You just kind of refuse to see that when the fingers aren’t moving over the keyboard. I’m happy to report that it’s beginning to happen. A writer can feel the burgeoning…it’s like a tsunami approaching. But not a horrendous destructive tsunami…a beautiful and powerful one. The kind that gives you strength. I can see my tsunami in the near distance. The winds of it have hit and allowed me to find a novel title (which is ALWAYS how I begin a project) and begin mind-mapping ideas.
I have the title of my next novel project—BEAUTY IS IN THE SKY OF THE BEHOLDER. And I have a few scribblings in a file. And I have a brain that is busy mind-mapping what is not yet written down. This is the birthing stage. Soon…I will be writing non-stop. I must write non-stop to keep up with the tsunami as it crashing into me. If I don’t write fast enough, the novel will leave when the tsunami drags itself back out into the ocean.
In every sky, there is beauty. I’m about to set out to prove that. (-: