I have been working on an idea for a new novel. Like I did with my last novel, Return To Paradise, I have been developing it purely in my head - nothing on paper. Yet I have managed to develop some parts of the novel in fairly good detail, including some of the dialogue. The only problem is there is one major piece of the plot that I simply had not been able to put together. I had a general idea of what I wanted, but nothing I thought of for it satisfied me. Then last night, I was at Adoration praying when the idea came to me, and I was at once fully satisfied and at peace with it. And the funny thing is, I wasn't even praying about the novel, I was praying about something that was completely unrelated. Or at least it was completely unrelated. I won't disclose it at this time, but it turns out the subject of my prayer is now the missing piece of my plot.

I have mentioned in my earlier posts that a lot of my inspirations seem to come to me around three in the morning. I have often wondered why the Holy Spirit couldn't pick a more convenient time to inspire me. Last night's inspiration came around seven in the evening. Perhaps I just need to go to Him occasionally.