Jennifer A. Marsh
Inspiration is such a fickle creature. I go through times where I do nothing but write, and then I go through droughts where writing is the furthest thing from my mind. Last summer, for instance, I wrote two books in two months, then nothing the last month. And then, when I resumed classes in the Fall, on the first day of course, I began writing one more, that I finished before the end of the year. Then, this year I have only written one so far, and started on the second. It seems, for me, inspiration comes when I have the least amount of time to write. If I have a lot on my plate, that’s when I want to add to it by writing another book. It’s funny, because I often have long nights and early mornings just to be able to get what is coming to me down on paper before it fades away, yet I still manage to take care of my other responsibilities as well. As I know from experience, when the inspiration hits, nothing can stop me from delving in.