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.
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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