I've taken a three-month hiatus from my current work in progress, a novel I'm toying with calling "The Hunters." When my husband graduated back in May, we decided now would be a good time for me to go to graduate school if I wanted to. So I've spent the past three months writing a short story and filling out applications. Now that all are submitted and my education fate is in the hand of the admissions gods, I'm back to my book. And I'm in love.
I never fell out of love with the manuscript. That's probably why I waited so long to get to work on those applications. But now that I'm back in the thick of this book, I can't get it out of my head.
I think that's when you know an idea is meant to be.