How best-laid plans go astray.
And writing goals get shoved deep in a closet.
And words, once plucked from the imagination now seem finicky, elusive and challenging to find at best.
A few weeks ago, I hit the open road. Flew to LA and drove back across the country with my oldest daughter. It was an adventure. It was full of peril and risk. It knocked me off-center.
When I sit to write, the mojo just isn't there. But being a person who finds a silver lining in pretty much every gray area of life, I've been soaking up books like a mad woman.
And oh, those precious books! YA fantasies like "Red Queen" and "Teardrop" and YA romances like "The Truth About Forever" by Sarah Dessen have saved me. These books have offered a gateway to my imagination. Through them, I've learned about world building, dynamic characters and incredible plot arcs. Reading them has allowed my crisis-activated brain to slow down and relax.
I've read so many times and from so many sources that to be a good writer one must be a good reader. And I must agree.
If only for those times when life just gets in the way.