Follow the energy.
I had called my older sister looking for guidance. A sexy whitewater kayaker was attending my yoga classes and fantasies of him were keeping me up at night. But I’d just extricated myself from a complicated long-term relationship and it seemed rather insane to jump right back into something new.
But I took her advice and dove in heart first.
I just had my eight-year wedding anniversary with that sexy kayaker. As a gift I gave him a printed, bound copy of my mostly erotic somewhat spiritual memoir of our marriage. It’s thirty-five essays in manuscript format. It's got a title page, a quote, a foreward and even a table of contents.
It’s done. (For now anyway. The sexy adventures will never end with that man.)
I should be elated, celebrating and moving boldly forward with publishing, right?
Unfortunately, that energy isn’t around to follow.
Instead I’ve been tucked into my high-country nest feeling rather uninspired about the realities of creating a writing career in the current publishing climate. I have a stack of materials from my latest writer’s conference and I know what I need to do next. I just can’t find the mojo to do it.
One of my writing friends pointed out that I’d just birthed a big creative project.
“You’re post partum,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
So I've been wondering, does that mean I get six weeks of creative maternity leave on this project?
Because where the energy is beckoning lately is towards a leather portfolio I unpacked last week. It's the draft of the erotic romance novel I was working on ten years ago when my man showed up, a mindblowing manifestation of the sexy qualities of both my male leads blended into one.
I think I'll take that dusty old draft to the cabin this weekend and see what happens.
Are you following the energy in your life lately?
To my Inner Catholic Girl readers: I curled up at the cabin last weekend with John Groban’s (author of Marley and Me) memoir, The Longest Trip Home. Great book. I loved reading about his Inner Catholic Boy. Thanks for the recommendation, Muzz.