I finally seriously started writing the fourth book in The Event series. I wrote a few pages back in October while waiting for a flight back form Dallas. It was an odd trip ending with my Bengals getting thrashed by the Cowboys, but it was still a good trip. Sitting in the airport, I wanted to be productive, so I started writing. I did not really know what I wanted to do with the story though. I had a concept, but I just could not find that magic theme that makes me want to tell the story.
Inspiration comes in a variety of forms. It could be a song, something you witness, or someone in your life. Timing has a massive effect on inspiration. Back in October, I did not know what was going on in my life. There were some good, and there was some really shitty. Inspiration could have smacked me in the face with a shovel, and I doubt I would have even noticed. Fast forward to June, and things seem a lot better. The divorce, lawsuit, and job loss were out of the way, but I still had my struggles. I wanted to start writing again, but with everything going on, I did not give it much thought.
This time, inspiration hit me in the face with a shovel, and I did pay attention. So far, each book has had its own style and theme while keeping the characters in tact. This book is no different. Some of the characters will remain, but this story will focus on the mental fuckupedness (yes, I made up that word) caused by trauma, attempting to deal with that, and hoping to move past it.
I might not have every aspect planned out, but it is a story I want to tell, and I am excited to get underway. Just like life, I do not know what is always going to happen, but I am thankful for the good times and the bad. I am truly thankful for those who stick with me and those who are the inspirations that allow me to do this.