I waited. Surely, it will come.
I wait, eyes closed. I wait for the rumblings, the signs of it arriving.
With my first self-published book under my belt, I’m raring to forge on! I want to write another one. I will write another one. Alas…nothing. No (good) ideas. Not yet, anyway.
The harder I push, the further it seems. So I’m going to relax. Enjoy all the goodies in my life and trust that it will surface.