Pulling
the spark, the idea,
the
flint that lights the flame,
out of thin air.
Thinking
through a plot,
outside
in a lawn chair,
on a sunny day,
as the birds sing.
Typing
‘Chapter 1’
and contemplating the
adventure.
Finding
the perfect word,
a killer opening sentence,
writing one damned good
paragraph.
Walking
away,
after
a particularly productive day.
Getting
so sucked into your world,
time
disappears.
The roll,
when words flow
from
mind to fingers
with the ease
of breath.
Making
it real,
creating
a world and characters
who could truly
exist.
Knowing
it works,
knowing
it’s good.
Reaching
‘the end,’
and understanding
it’s just the
beginning.
You’ve
had your coffee, you’ve read your blogs, now go and be joyous.
2 comments:
Love this!
Awesome, Barb!
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