While I was away, I spent a lot of time thinking about what I was going to work on next. I haven’t been writing for a few months. I’ve been too busy worrying about whether I am a real writer and whether I will ever be able to write another good book.
I was totally out of touch with my creativity. Even though an idea has been kicking around in the back on my imagination for a while, I haven’t had the courage to begin writing it.Then something totally weird happened. Sleeping in a strange bed made me have  a vivid dream one night.

I dreamed that I was writing a new book. Actually writing it, instead of thinking about it. The words were coming out of my pen at great speed and I had three characters who were all a little bit oddball. They had issues and secrets and didn’t really like each other at first, but were thrown together in an interesting setting with a problem to solve. I no longer had an idea, I had a story. Even more amazing was that I felt like an author again.

It was only a dream, but when I woke up the feeling was still there. I had total belief in myself and my ability to write a book.

Somehow I’d lost touch with my creative soul, which is a pretty scary thing for a writer. I felt that I would never write again, but going on holiday gave me the space to renew my spirit, find my creative brain and now I am ready to begin the new story.

I can’t wait.