I trust my process. I knew if I gave myself space, the inspiration would come, and it did.
Today the dear husband and I took a get lost trip in the beautiful country around
Bell Buckle, Tennessee. Poverty and reconstruction after the Civil War had such a beautiful way of preserving antiquity in the Nashville surrounds. As I viewed the vistas, got a bit sunburned, and let my mind wander, I heard what I needed to take my book further.
I always have a pad and pen with me wherever I go, and I jotted my inspiration down. So so happy!