In the opening scene of SIMPLY FROM SCRATCH, my narrator Zell finds a gift intended for her in a very unexpected place. The gift, she assumes, is from her late husband, who hid it before he died.
She doesn’t open it right away.
Sometimes you have to wait for your life circumstances to shift and resettle, before you’re ready to receive.
Take inspiration. I didn’t know it at the time, but my very first inspiration for SIMPLY FROM SCRATCH came almost ten years ago, when I rescued an orphaned baby bird from the oncoming blades of a ride-on lawnmower. Afterwards I scribbled some notes, even wrote a short story about a man and a woman—neighbors, and lonely—who nurse an abandoned baby bird to health.
The story wasn’t published, but I held onto it. Years passed, and the real-life bird-rescue melded with other inspiring events, and together they simmered on a backburner, while I grew older and wiser. Finally, when I knew how to treat those inspirations, my book was born.
If inspiration is a gift from the world, then books are authors’ gifts to the world. They’re our experiences and emotions, our memories and musings; they are our children and our parents, our friends and partners, our work, play, and dreams, all packaged as story, and offered to readers.
Happy December, everyone, and may you give and receive with open arms, when the time is right.