Fall is fast approaching. The air is getting crisper, football season has begun, the heat is back on in the house, and the Halloween decorations are already making their appearance on neighborhood homes and in stores. But, the most obvious indicator of Fall for me? The quiet.
With three young boys in the house, this summer has been a veritable barrage of noise and activity. Banging doors, four-wheelers, paintball, sleepovers, amusement parks, concerts, cook-outs. The list goes on and on. Now that school has started, the house is unusually quiet.
The quiet was something I was actually so looking forward to because I wanted to transport back into the Island of Massa and get a nice jump on Book Two: An Oath of the Mage. What I have discovered is that amid all of the distraction and chaos of summer, I also managed to write 8,000 words. But, now, as I sit in the quiet and stare at the computer screen, I am finding it difficult to get my creative juices flowing. Suddenly, I start to panic. Maybe I was only good for one epic novel? Maybe I do not have what it takes to produce another? Then, I quickly shake my head. No. I just think that I am one of those people that operates best around turmoil. I think that maybe noise is my calming effect. Noise tells me that my children are home. That they are safe and healthy and having fun. That is when I am the happiest and most at ease.
Oh, I have no doubt the inspiration will come. It always does.
I just wish I had some noise to go along with it.
~Valerie~
With three young boys in the house, this summer has been a veritable barrage of noise and activity. Banging doors, four-wheelers, paintball, sleepovers, amusement parks, concerts, cook-outs. The list goes on and on. Now that school has started, the house is unusually quiet.
The quiet was something I was actually so looking forward to because I wanted to transport back into the Island of Massa and get a nice jump on Book Two: An Oath of the Mage. What I have discovered is that amid all of the distraction and chaos of summer, I also managed to write 8,000 words. But, now, as I sit in the quiet and stare at the computer screen, I am finding it difficult to get my creative juices flowing. Suddenly, I start to panic. Maybe I was only good for one epic novel? Maybe I do not have what it takes to produce another? Then, I quickly shake my head. No. I just think that I am one of those people that operates best around turmoil. I think that maybe noise is my calming effect. Noise tells me that my children are home. That they are safe and healthy and having fun. That is when I am the happiest and most at ease.
Oh, I have no doubt the inspiration will come. It always does.
I just wish I had some noise to go along with it.
~Valerie~
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