It happened this morning. I saw my kid onto the bus and went to prepare myself for a day of writing. Now, I need to grab a shower, get dressed, even put on makeup before I sit at the keyboard. That's just the way I roll.
As I poufed on my Blush Minerals (Stop n Shop brand) a sudden thought hit me: What if I can't write today?
For a writer, that's the nightmare. You have this voice, and the fear that it might stop speaking is a dreadful one. It's the fear that this gift might be taken away.
Perhaps it hit me because I'm getting close to working on the fourth and final book in my Crown Phoenix series. The third book is done, and soon I'll start the last chapter in the adventures of Miriam, Riki, Simon, Neil, and Mana. To have to say goodbye to them and their little world makes my breath catch in my throat.
Perhaps it's because I'm in the middle of writing a new book at the moment, The Gramophone Society. It's a stand-alone work, it's quite historical, and it requires a lot of untangling and careful planning.
I suppose there is only way to overcome all this: get my butt in that chair and start typing away.