Bursts of creativity hit me at the most inopportune of moments. I can go for hours sitting at my computer feeling absolutely mind-numb, unable to come up with even a single word. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere – there comes a rushing tide of emotion, thought and poetry.
How strange it is that things always come to me when I least expect it. It’s been that way for most good things in my life. I guess it is no different with my writing.
Tonight I lie awake with words bursting through my veins and poetry tumbling out of me.
I wonder where it all comes from. And I wonder why it comes to me.
Who will read?