In this excerpt from Acts of Surrender: A Writer"s Memoir, I share the story of how The MoonQuest was born and became not only my first novel but thefirst installment in a trilogy I didn"t yet know existed. I rarely write during a workshop that I’m facilitating. Instead, I watch the participants, hold space for them and remain available to them. This March 1994 class would be different. Once the six women were engrossed in their writing, some inner imperative insisted that I also pick a card. I reachedinto The Celtic Tarot deck and pulled "The Chariot." Without full awareness of what I was doing, I then picked up my pen, pulled my yellow-paged notepadtoward me and began to write. What emerged, after a rambling preamble, was the tale of an odd-looking man in an odd-looking coach. Pulling the coachwere horses as oddly colored as those on the tarot card. That scene would become the opening of the first draft of a novel I knew nothing about.Next morning, I picked up the story where I had left off and, most mornings for the next few months, I continued writing. It was a challenge to mycontrolling self, who bridled at the journey into the unknown that each word represented.A year to the day after that Toronto workshop, I dropped the final period on the first draft of a novel now titled The MoonQuest. But I was no longer inToronto. Five months earlier, I had sold or given away most everything I owned and moved 1,000 miles east to rural Nova Scotia. It was there, with nodistractions and only my writing to fill my time, that I completed The MoonQuest"s initial draft and would, in the months that followed, pen its subsequentdraft.