I made the tragic mistake of giving into those questioners; "So, I heard you've just started a new book, what's it about?" And I've lost the fire; the strong need to communicate that story; the characters, the details, the beauty and passion and excitement and glory that could have carried me through those hard dry times when writing seems very much like giving birth- hard work and painful! [Sorry to use a cliche here, but having actually given birth more than once I feel I have the right to use it] And all so I could give some nosy person a rather poor plot summary with a few details to impress them! I feel I have deeply wronged myself, me Inner Writer, who deserved to be protected when still in its deep creative state, [Chrysalis?] So, how do I continue this story I love? Can I recapture the excitement I first felt? My husband encouraged me to think on the characters, the details are the story, that the plot I gave away like a cheap party favor was not really the story, and that I need to tell that story still. Yet I labor when before i flew, the ideas do not flow as before, the well feels dry. Is any of this familiar? And can any of you give me hope?