Author R.A. Gasparac

I nearly forgot to write something today. My head hit the pillow and I was just about to drift off to dreamland, when that familiar judgmental voice whispered in my minds ear.

I walked through my workday feeling like I was only physically there. My anxiety at an all time low, and I know why. Last night I talked about my book. I talked about a reoccurring scene I had in my brain, and what I think was going on.

I even developed a major plot that I plan on stretching out through the entire series. It felt wonderful to ‘talk shop’. That need to write and configure started to take hold in me again. That spark from an idea that makes us curious about where that thought could go.

For instance, my novel started as a trick of the eye, and cascaded into a thick plot line all from one short moment that changed the course of my life. LITERALLY. When that idea knows it has found the perfect host, and plans on multiplying.

I could go on even more so, but my eyes are struggling to stay open long enough to do a quick edit of what I just wrote here before I drool on my pillow. Sleep well fellow readers and authors. Remember to ride the high emotions, because they are few and far between. They will carry your through.