Late last year I was surfing a creative high. I’d gotten through the outlining process of a novel and had begun writing. The characters and ideas were slamming into each other, fighting to get out of my head and onto the page. I had to force myself into bed late one night in mid-December after a really awesome writing session. I remember closing my eyes totally pumped for where my story was going. Sometime in the middle of that night I was awoken by my cell phone. My mother was on the other end of that 3 a.m., phone call with news of my grandmother’s passing. I was shocked, heartbroken, and I soon fell into what I can only describe as a melancholy….