The winter and spring were very busy–together with my partners at Light Messages Publishing, we released Deadly Savage, and I completed drafting the fourth Peter Savage novel (working title, Hunting Savage). I planned to take a break and evaluate where my writing is, what I want to tackle next, and how to go about doing it. At the same time, I encountered a few setbacks–Relentless Savage was a finalist in two contests, but didn’t earn any awards, and Hunting Savage made it to the semi-finals of the Clive Cussler Adventure Writers Competition, but did not advance to the finals.
It was time to pick myself up and start writing again. I’ve had a pretty good idea what I want to write next–a slight move away from Peter Savage with the introduction of a female protagonist with a complicated history–but I just could not settled on how to start. For me, starting is often the most challenging part of writing. I can sit at my desk, unproductively staring at my monitor for half a day, and have very little to show for it.
So, there I was last night, still stuck with the organization of the opening chapters, when I attended the Fur Ball with my wife (she is a certified dog trainer and a co-sponsor of the annual event that benefits the Spay and Neuter Project.) With a local microbrew in my hand and the music of Bill Keale softly filtering through the timber trusses of Aspen Hall, I just let go. A remarkable peace and sensation of creativity filled by soul, and then it came to me–exactly how to structure the beginning of my next novel. I attribute this breakthrough to the music, aided by a modest amount of alcohol.
As Steven Tyler wrote “Dream until your dreams come true.” And that is exactly what I aim to do.