Last year, I spent my New Year’s Eve listening to the beeps and boops of slot games in a casino. I theorized that the year could be predicted based on what I could be doing or where I was when the clock struck midnight. So when Billy Joel was singing “You May Be Right” on the television, I considered it a sign.
Well, I raked in my winnings and accepted my losses last year. 2014 was a year of gambling—mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
This past New Year’s Eve, my dad declared that he wanted a prime rib dinner and we absolutely had to get it. Sitting at a white linen-topped table with more forks to fill a drawer with, I could not help but notice some Hell’s Angels sitting nearby spooning the lemon sorbet that came before the main event of prime rib. Imagine the juxtaposition!
Stuffed with calamari, artichoke French and prime rib, I started discussing one of my novel projects with my dad. Between luscious food and still riding on the high of a revitalizing trip to New York City, I was hit by that creative spark. The ideas have been with me for a few months, but there has been this nudge--this feeling that I need to get it done, rather than just thinking about getting it done. Do you ever get that feeling? To me, I can’t explain it, nor could I think of a word to express it. It usually comes out like a strong, guttural growl that I can only accept as the best way to get my point across. Grr!
I felt so amped over all my projects that the problem is which one to conquer first? Or, do I tackle a couple at a time?
My brother has been a source of great advice. The younger siblings usually are, right? “Here’s what you do…” he said, cutting into the conversation, ticking off my plans on his fingers and telling me what he thought served as high priority over the others. Amazing, that fella is.
So, I don’t know about you, but I am feeling creatively charged, like someone turned on a switch to light up all the lights.
Is your creative stick of dynamite lit this 2015?
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