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.