Sometimes you just have to sit back and listen. Often, you need to pray. Some days, all it takes is opening a window.
I did not sign up for the first class of the day, today but at the last minute thought I'd try to run over there. By run over there, I mean last minute shower, grab a cup of coffee and pray I had time to make it over to the House of Seven Gables. (Those of you who know me, know that this is how I operate even though it rarely, if ever, works out successfully).
By the time I got my coffee, I realized I had 4 minutes. Still not feeling 100%, trying to run (with coffee) clearly wasn't worth it. I checked out the library board, went back to my room, opened the window and realized how to make the old draft (the one I'd shelved and resolved to let go) work.
Months ago, I saw this Tweet from Donald Maas: "It is THE event of the year for fiction writers, space is limited. Registration opens today. Go. Just. Go." with a link to Writer Unboxed. I was pretty certain he was talking to me, specifically and I signed up. I thought I was meant to attend his workshop but perhaps I was just meant to be here.
*Side note: I write historical fiction and am loving this hotel. If in any doubt however, you know you're staying in an older hotel when you open a window and find you could get out through it! ;)