This is THE BOOK I never thought would ever see the light of day. It's about as far away from Louise and her world of being a happy artist - as possible.
What is the difference between coming up with a book idea and being coo coo for cocoa puffs?
I can’t really tell ya.
It’s just too close to call.
Great Ideas come into your head very much in the same way that great people come into your life. When you least expect it. When you are not forcing it or grasping for it.
The ideas can come when you are feeling euphoric, alive, happy, silly or content or enjoying a quiet stroll or searching for inspiration in an art gallery or picking around in a store or spending time with some kids or having a fun conversation with someone who sparks your synapses.
Then there are the ideas that come when you feel broken. Empty. Like a wrung out sponge.
I can tell ya, for me? This happened. An idea came and became a squatter in my brain and never left. It found an empty, derelict, downtrodden space and took it over. There, it lived loudly so it could not be ignored.
In 2010 I sat alone in a very old hotel on top of a mountain. There was no television and no internet in my little antique furnished room. I wandered the winding halls looking at all of the portraits of the family members who had owned and worked at the hotel as it was passed down generation after generation.
I was also pretty sad.
It wasn’t a great time in my life. I was turning 40. I wasn’t feeling very healthy or happy. My Grandmother had just passed away after a very long illness. Her death was so quiet. She had become a recluse in an old house filled with cats. I wondered if the world even noticed she was gone. It made me think about life and people and what we leave behind when we go.