Tuesday, March 1, 2011


A spark
of inspiration starts
a voracious fire 
of words;
fingers dancing over 
the keyboard.

A chapter woven
of conflict
and despair,
with the slightest glimmer
of hope 

Character's thoughts
and feelings
merge with mine,
transforming them
into reality.

Minutes feel like
as I plan and plot
the story
that has become a 
personal project.

But inevitably,
all ferocious fires come
to a quick end,
and I'm left
with a blank mind
and a new part
of a story.

Inspiration comes at the strangest of times, whether it's in the middle of a lesson in class or while out shopping for groceries. With me, I try to remember my ideas and run onto the computer to write down a new chapter to Puppetmaster, or a poem.    

1 comment:

  1. That's sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo true!