So I'm realizing with shame that I haven't updated a journal entry or even added anything to my gallery for almost two full months. Oops. The truth of everything is that I am not really inspired to update here on DA. Not for any reason in particular, just simple lack of motivation in it. That being said: I have been writing consistently since the last entry.
I have started the rewrite of my novel and am a little over half way finished. Everything is coming so beautifully from my mind that it shocks me at times. The flow of imagination that I have developed over the years is something I can admire about myself, and it pains me that I have denied myself this outlet. Writing and making worlds, characters, romances, tragedy, and terror has been the blessing of my existence.
There was a time during the recent months (sometime in February) that I was working and pondering my book. This habit is what I do when the monotony of my job gets overwhelming, I let my mind explore the corners of my inspiration and dig out little bits of awesomeness.

I was rolling dough when I had the biggest epiphany of my life: The name of my book. The literal beauty of the moment was that it was crystal clear and absolutely perfect. Like a whisper that grew in a crescendo until it was a battle cry!

'THIS IS THE NAME OF YOUR BOOK!" The epiphany screamed in it's baritone cry.

Everybody, my first novel is titled: Tales of The Sleeping Gods.