Excerpted from "Miles to Go."
Even as Lindsay Malone feels new bursts of energy, as she prepares to move into their new home, her daughter Summer faces a creative crisis of formidable proportions.
As the spring days marched along, Summer became more and more restless. Here she was in her senior year, and suddenly, despite several years of single-mindedly pursuing her photography and dabbling in sketching and oil painting, she felt the luster fading from the objects around her. Whenever she pointed her lens, she no longer felt the familiar charge, the powerful surge of connectedness to the objects. When she tried to sketch what she saw, or spread paint around a canvas, she drew a blank. Nothing satisfied her and she felt drained of her energy. Instead of eagerly jumping out of bed in the mornings, she began dragging herself from her bed to her bathroom and then down the stairs, often still wearing her long nightshirt, her hair
a straggling nest around her face.
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