I had been waiting. I had almost been ready several times over the last few months, but the timing never felt right. Then, one ordinary evening, the inspiration I had been waiting for finally arrived; it was time to get down to business and start writing again. It was on a Friday evening in October, at the end of a long work week while I stood in front of the open kitchen window washing dishes. There had been a catalyst of sorts beforehand that brought this about, which for me is to be expected. The universe is constantly nudging me along, sometimes painfully, which I humbly appreciate and accept. My husband…