What's my point? You ask...
The other day as I was driving in I couldn't help but notice the sunset as it played with the fall leaves in front of me, it was when I looked in my mirror that I saw how beautiful the sunset really was, and I was missing most of it.
Watching this in my rear-view mirror I was reminded of what truly inspired me to write my first book. The fact that every time I left for work I was leaving my family behind and the fear that if something happened I would be too far away to do much about it. This reminded me of what truly inspired me to write my first book, fear, the fear that something could happen to them and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it from so far away.
So, I guess what they say is true, fear is a motivator, but it's also an inspiration.