There are days that I sit here worrying about my next bout of inspiration. I have an active imagination. Always have, always will. I have been working on a few things that I need to tie up and finish, but have been stuck on winding the projects down. It’s not the way I have been planning things. I really want to get them finished, so I can send them out and see what kind of feedback I receive.
That being said, last night while cooking dinner I received inspiration from tofu. That’s right, you heard it here, tofu. I was cooking stir fry while my son and husband were at jujitsu and as I sliced my tofu to start the process of marination, the idea hit me faster than the sting of the onions I was cooking in my wok!
I desecrated my grocery list, the school lunch calendar and two paper towels. It was an amazing feeling to have such pure creativity flowing out of me. I don’t know if it came because of the tears brought on by the onions or if it was the burst of confidence I needed.
To be quite honest, I haven’t been feeling that confident lately. This just gave me the push I needed. How much of a push? I wrote nearly 1,500 words in 20 minutes. Since I write children’s books and this is a picture book, I am nearly complete. I have to end it (which I am working on now) and edit. My husband was in love with it in rough form last night–which says a lot. He is a picky reader.
Who would have thought that a blob of tasteless soy curd could make my imagination and creativity flame into a full roaring fire? Not me, but never again will I ignore looking at the ordinary to find the extraordinary.