
In the last few weeks I’ve gotten up at 3am to write. Why because suddenly my muse was talking to me. I saw a chapter, a post, a short-story – complete in total being read to me as if I’d downloaded it off Audible. I could see it all in front of me. My reader’s ear could hear it being spoken. Heck if it was a post I even saw what scans/photos I wanted in it and the format.
It’s not that I didn’t try to do this during the day. My life is now such that I can work during the day from 9-5 at home on my computer writing. I have a wonderfully supportive husband. My son is now old enough to take care of himself. I don’t have a job outside the home. I am free to write that novel, develop that website, and do those things. I am ever grateful to be blessed with such opportunity. It suits my health and I’m following my dreams.
