It was something along the lines of how writing a book is like finding a brightly colored string in the grass and following it to see where it leads. Sometimes the string breaks and you are lost. But sometimes it leads you to a great treasure at the end. That treasure is not finishing the book. It is the book itself.
That’s how I felt with the book I completed this year. It was an amazing and exciting journey as I followed that string. And it was a big sigh of relief at the end where I found a treasure indeed – a book I never set out to write. It just happened, literally in an instant with a spark of an idea that I chose not to ignore. Sometimes those are the best kind.
And that spark came from a thought I had on my way to work one day.
I hope to be sharing it with my readers next year. But for now, it’s still my own personal treasure.