What inspires me?
I think, hope.
It's that thing we can't see or touch, but has the power make our dreams tangible. We writers have the gift of microscopic vision when it comes to hope. We can find the tiniest shred and cling to it as though it were the only shield left in our writerly battles. We also lose it easily, giving in to despair, only to have another writer come along and offer us a piece of theirs, until we're steady enough to search out for our own again.
I can't think of any other goal in my life that I've devoted so much to, worked so hard for, as writing. From the outside, it had to have looked hopeless. Nothing about me screamed author. And yet because of the hope in my soul, a fire burned in my heart, melting away doubt and burning my inadequacies till they were nothing more than crumbled charcoal stirring in the wind.
On the back of the amazing announcement that I'm now agented, I think it only fitting that this week's inspiration be hope. :) Happy Thursday, guys!
What gives you hope?