As yesterday brought with it, an email enquiring into how my entry to
www.thenextbigauthor.com was going, I hung my head in despair. The only writing I'm managing to get done recently entails the documentation of how to build a virtual sales system or the complexity of Business Intellegence cubes. I had felt that I'd let down my love of writing, my requirement to express myself and, most of all, those that seem to enjoy my vomit of creativity.
Last night was a torment of sleep, ideas falling through my head, trying to gain a grasp against the sliding mucus of technical crap that layers the creativity. Many times, I startled into an awaken state, only to wonder where the idea had vanished to and how can I make a Powerpoint presentation for someone else, exciting.
Until, in the early dawn hours, something stuck. A tiny concept that hadn't even been a seed of an idea in the past. The concept started to grow and the wonderful perception of my imagination massaged the idea into a fully fledged storyline. My fingers now ache to be hidden in a little corner of the office and start writing those first lines. To wrap around the dough of storyline and blossom it into a loaf, ready for the filling of action and adventure, and then to be laid out as a buffet for all those ready and filling to for a new Cross story......
Are you ready for the picnic?
