I have been on a creative streak with my writing lately, and I am taking full advantage, writing ideas for posts and stories and filling in as I have time and inclination.
You never know when it will go cold again.
I love writing, sometimes even more than photography. Both disciplines I have rediscovered after many years absence, thank goodness!
Sitting outside in the morning on my patio with the birds cackling and tweeting is a great place to write. I just need to find some type of sunshade for my computer screen so I can actually see what I am writing.
However, what's been happening lately is that my inspiration sparks when I am half a mile or more from the house. I have written how many times I’ve had to run back to the house for my camera – now it is for pen and paper.
Yes, I should just automatically take a small pad and pen, but do I spark when I have it? Nada.
When it does happen, no matter how hard I try to lock a phrase or thought in my brain long enough to get back to civilization, as soon as I walk in the door - Poof! Gone!
And it's not just the loss of trail of thoughts - it is a big SLAM, BANG, thank you, Ma'am, door shut in the face, kind of moment.
If my memory hadn’t been absolutely horrific even since junior high, I would be worried, but it is normal for me, however, very frustrating. I am trying very hard to let it go, enjoy the moment and the scenery and know it was not meant to be.
I know the spark will come again.
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