It is one of those a.m.’s when inspiration in any form has failed to
make an appearance.
There certainly have been no grand ideas arriving on a thunderbolt.
Neither have any old fashioned light bulbs popped up above my head. (I
checked in the bathroom mirror this morning, just to be absolutely sure. *winks*)
Leaving no stone unturned, I even dug around in my backyard for a good
while looking for those elusive seeds of brilliance. But I got nothing.
If this is a sign of how today’s creative process is going to run, I
might just call in sick.
Perhaps as the day grows from dawn’s leavings to a full robust noon, a
bolt, a bulb or a seed might pop in for an unexpected visit.
It is my full belief that these days without inspiration nipping
excitedly at your heels are the times that a writer earns his chops.
Writing can be hard and grueling work. I think we authors forget that
sometimes when the creative flow washes over us in beautiful regularity.
Hopefully this spate of drought will pass in a blink of an eye.
Is the blink over yet?
*smiles sadly*
Until tonight…
Chloe
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