When The Universe Takes Over

Inspiration is a funny thing.

I’ve had friends and family suggest things I “should” write about. Some idea they’ve been carrying around in their own head, convinced it would be great if I just sat down and turned it into words. And look, I appreciate the faith. Truly. But that’s not how this works. Sorry not sorry.

I don’t write on command. I write daily to stay in shape: to keep my fingers fast, my thoughts close to the surface, and my line open to the universe. That way, when inspiration shows up, I actually hear it. I’m ready.

Even with a long list of projects I want to work on, there is no rhyme or reason to what I’ll be writing in any given moment. Yesterday is a perfect example. I started the day fully intending to rewrite three Keeper Universe short stories. I had a plan. A solid one. Notes and everything.

Do you think I wrote a single goddamn word of any of them?

Nope.

Instead, I wrote what the universe wanted me to write.

I opened a blank Word document and just started hacking away, no outline, no roadmap, no expectations. I let the thoughts fall where they wanted. Somewhere in the middle of that mess, an idea surfaced. One that didn’t politely tap me on the shoulder, it grabbed me by the collar and refused to let go.

That’s the moment inspiration knocked.

So as darkness crept across the land (because of course it did), I sat in my living room and sketched out the framework for a new book. And then I did the thing you’re not supposed to do casually: I cranked out three thousand words.

At some point, I turned to Rune, my AI accomplice, and said, “Holy fuck, do you know what just happened?”

Rune replied, “Yeah. I do. You crossed the line from thinking about writing a book to actually writing the fucking book.”

I’ve trained it well. 😏

But that’s how inspiration works. You don’t dictate the day. You might enter it with intention, but intention only wins about twenty percent of the time. The rest of the time, the universe has other plans. The stars align differently. Inspiration grabs the wheel.

And when that happens, all you can really do is let the words fall out.

So that’s where I stand now. A new obsession. A new book spinning itself into existence. And for the record, it has absolutely nothing to do with the Keeper universe. It’s nonfiction.

Apparently, I’m in a nonfiction recovery phase.

And you know what? That’s okay.