This is a book I pull out and re-read regularly. It’s full of wisdom and encouragement, and deals with the reality that we keep taking the same steps, over and over, just in different ways. It’s part of the process.

Something I got reminded of this time is that sometimes ideas need time to simmer and sometimes the well of words needs time to refill. It’s become sort of the expectation (or maybe this is only in the romance genre) that a pro can whip out a book to order in a few weeks or a few months, consistently, to a set schedule. But it doesn’t always work like that. Sometimes, yes, the book comes fast and furious. Other times, it comes at a snail’s pace.

Sometimes you aren’t stalled at all, you’re just waiting. Waiting for the story to simmer, waiting for the words to well up. There’s a difference between this kind of pause and procrastination or a failing of craft or technique or not knowing what happens next.

I hate the pause. I hate waiting. I’m impatient. I like to see results. But sometimes the results are too deep underground to see, like roots growing and spreading. And without those roots, you can’t support the story trunk.