I keep on waiting for it to happen. For inspiration to hit. I walk around during the day and think how great it’s going to be when I make it. When everything I type is pure gold and the agents and marketers and editors fall over themselves to get to me. It’s going to be so awesome to be a best seller and say to people, ha! I told you!
Inspiration is going to come like Jesus and it’ll solve everything.
I don’t know what kind of book it will be. But when inspiration hits, I’m open to anything. Crime fiction. Poetry. Memoir. What does it matter? It’ll be brilliant because it was inspired by inspiration. It’ll cross boundaries and borders and genres.
I’m not really worried that I haven’t written much up to this point. I haven’t had the inspiration to, duh. Plus, you can’t really practice for it. That’s the awesome thing about inspiration; it does all that kind of stuff for you. That’s how it works.
So for now, I wait. What else can I do? Until inspiration hits, I’ll just continue thinking about how great it’ll be when it does.
