Over the past few years I’ve gone through something of a “dry-spell” with my writing, especially when it comes to being inspired with new projects. In my younger days, while simply walking down the street, words would come to me, but that seemed to have all stopped in recent years. Some said it was because I’m busier now, learning how to take care of a new baby (now a toddler) and getting the hang of living in a new place.
But I’ve always been busy. So I couldn’t make sense of it.
However, over the past few weeks, as I walked the paths of my childhood through the Carolina lowcountry, I felt a whispering within me that I haven’t felt in a long time, an eagerness to put words to paper (we’ve officially got a new work-in-progress, by the way!). As I walked through the shelter of shady oaks, I felt a level of serenity I still have trouble finding the words to describe. There, in that place, the words just come to me, into my mind, and I think seriously about becoming one of those people who always have a little notebook with them, crazy hair and ink-stained fingertips. But what does it all mean? Continue reading