The Mind is Marvelous Strange

Inspiration is a weird thing. You never know where it might come from. But out of the muck and junk mentioned below, I actually had an idea that might move my current wip forward. Can't talk about the specifics--not only because I'm superstitious, but because I don't have them yet--but I'm excited. Been kind of stuck. Okay, not "kind of. " Just stuck. But suddenly--lo, the trumpets blow, the clouds part, and the mind clears.

Of course, you say. Why didn't I think of that sooner?

I was on the treadmill when I had this revelation. I have no idea why it came to me then. I'm not sure I was even consciously thinking about my current book at the time. Well, maybe I wasn't, but evidently my brain was. That independent, subliminal, and wonderfully astonishing scoundrel.

Tomorrow I'm off to New Jersey for my daughter's bridal shower. I'm excited to see where her future husband grew up, and to get to know her future in-laws better. And it's good to have an idea to take with me. It'll be squirreled away, marinating, percolating, gestating (gee, how many metaphors can I come up with?) or whatever ideas do.

I'm encouraged. And, as Martha says, that's a good thing.