Some of the sexiest advice I’ve ever been given was this:

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?
 
Sexy Read:

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.

 


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Jude
10/17/2012 12:50

congratulations. it is done, almost. xoxo

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C.C.
10/22/2012 08:16

Almost. You are so right. One more essay. Oh, maybe two.

Will it ever be done?!

I guess that's a good problem to have~an abundance of material for an erotic memoir of my marriage.

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