In which inspiration strikes

I was listening to the radio in the car on the way to Mumbles this morning. It was the short daily service, and the priest was talking about the legacy of Augustine and grace, not as I first heard it, grease/Greece. (He had a Scottish accent.)

And what he was saying combined with what Monty said in church yesterday gave me an idea, an idea that could be my next project.

I've also heard mention of pilgrimage and journeys a lot recently. I love the idea of pilgrimage but think it's unlikely that I will physically undertake one. That said, there is more than one way to go on a journey. I'm considering a new book, one that takes me back in a way. I began my writing with non-fiction - Christian articles and books - before venturing into fiction. And we know how successful I am at that!

No, I still think my books are as good as many you'll find in the library; it's my marketing and promotion that lets me down. (That's what I tell myself anyway!) I'm in the middle of writing another novel but have been stuck on it - and lost enthusiasm for the writing process - for ages. So my new idea takes me back to my non-fiction roots, and my Christian roots. I even have a title for it: A Search for Grace.

It would involve research and learning as well as writing, and I love that part of it. Sean and Stu from Zac's have both recently completed courses with a bible college but I don't want to go down that route. I want to go on my own little pilgrimage, and see what I find. See if it changes me.

I shall ponder.

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Husband decided that the day before we go on holiday would be a good day to make tomato chutney. Just saying.