I don't have to be inspired to create commercial art; Drawing and painting come natural to me. I don't have to be inspired to write a blog post; I simply write about whatever is going on in my life at the time. But when it comes to writing children's books, I have to be inspired.
For some writers, writing a first draft is like plowing a field. Whether they are inspired or not, they push through to the end. I can't do that. That feeling, that something, has to be there. Currently, I have many works in progress that I'm excited about, but not inspired enough to actually pull them out and work on. I'm waiting for inspiration.
After sending in my registration for Editor's Day, I felt inspired. An opportunity grow as a writer by spending a day in heavy critique with a very cool editor and an equally cool author. I was so inspired, I whipped out that chapter book I started last fall, but hadn't finished. The ideas were flowing. The words were creating themselves. I was riding a wave. But then I learned the critique slots for Editor's Day were full. "First come, first served" and "early-bird registration" have two entirely different meanings, in a robust children's writing community like Austin. The feeling is gone. I'm not inspired anymore.
Maybe it's a reflection of my immaturity as a writer, but for whatever reason, that feeling of inspiration that fuels the creative side of my writing is fleeting. I must seize the moment when that window of opportunity opens, or else it's gone and I'm back to painting or reading or blogging.
Nothing wrong with painting or reading or blogging, but now I got a lit agent. And if I want to keep her, I gotta write something marketable.