Now that a new year is upon us, it's safe to say that I'm putting last year firmly behind me. I'm free of toxic things and toxic people, and my mindset is incredibly positive. It's a refreshing change, but it's come with a unique set of challenges as well.

One of those challenges are the three books I have started but haven't touched in months. I realized, recently, that I'm so far removed from them, their stories, and their characters that I would almost need to start over from scratch.

Not being familiar with them anymore also meant that my inspiration to work on them had died. For a while there, I wondered if my desire to write had left me altogether.

Luckily, I was looking through my folder on my computer where I keep my work, and I ran across a book that I planned to write after Vanished. As is my usual standard, I made a cover and wrote a few paragraphs. When I opened up the file and read through a couple of paragraphs, I was struck by inspiration. It was like a breath of fresh air to feel like the writer I am again. I'm now earnestly working on this story and I'm excited about it.

I'm back.