After finishing the final version of The Raven Dreams, I was ecstatic and beyond joy that I had a finished book in my hands. Something I had created purely from my own mind. It was an empowering moment.
I was also relieved to allow myself a short break from the computer screen before delving into the next story. But now, nearly four months later, I feel like I should be at least considering and jotting down notes for my next book. I will admit, the task seems daunting and (being almost 4 months pregnant with another 3 year old running around) slightly exhausting. Yet lately I've been feeling the absence of writing in my life. Though I've tried to keep it alive through thoughtful and contemplative posts, I feel this is not enough.
