Desire Revisited...and a Look at Twizzlers

Like most people, I cry more than I'd like to admit and I never admit it when I do. But recently, as I've been trolling author's blogs, reading about new books being published, and basically just stalking the literary world, I've felt the tears curl into my eyelashes. While they aren't sad tears they are pretty annoying. Because let's face it we're taught that crying makes us look weak and that we shouldn't succumb to the emotions that flow out in salty tracks down our faces (couldn't resist getting poetic). In reality though, tears are indicative of strong emotions: sad, happy, or otherwise. The tears I've been crying recently fall into the otherwise category.
Last year I wrote a post about the power of desire and how it's the driving force behind anything we do. I wrote about the shortcomings of desire and the need to actually DO something instead of just wanting it. Now though, think about how overwhelming and almost paralyzing desire can be. Think about how scary it is to accept the possibility of failure and realize just how hard it will be to achieve your dream. Still, this desire is a good thing. My tears let me know that I haven't lost my love of writing and that I haven't become a dried up shell. Writing is still important to me and I hop it always will be.
Enter twizzlers. (Spell check wants me to write twirlers. What if there was an evil regime called the Twirlers They could suffocate their victims with ribbons made of steal. Maybe the heroes are people who can freeze time and stop the Twirlers. Think about it.) For a few days I've been getting all these great new ideas and I've been worrying that I won't get back to working on Guardians. This is where twizzlers come in. I love twizzlers. For me, they are the ultimate candy, even better in some ways than chocolate. As I was eating one I remembered that someone had once told me that twizzlers tasted red. BAM! Oh hey inspiration thanks for coming back. Don't ask how but that idea that twizzlers tasted red not only sounded a bit like something Rafi would say, but helped me to enter a place in the story that I was trying to get to. And instead of just trying to start writing it, I was lucky enough to have events in my every day life to inspire me. 
To read the excerpt that my favorite red candy inspired go here