Monday, April 8, 2013

In the Middle of the Night...

In the middle of the night words and ideas amble, slither, bounce around on fresh immature but creative tottering legs, crowding each other out, hoping for a story to cuddle in...

In the morning they are nowhere to be found; the great American novel idea has ephemerised; the mind is empty of plot and description and dynamic, captivating, characters.

Back to the blank page or the ready-made pages of the latest who-dun-it series churner-outer.

1 comment:

  1. Painting pictures with words, again, I see! Ain't it the truth. 4:00 in the morning is the best time for creating, then...POOF, it's gone. Judy

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