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
hidden.
Character's thoughts
and feelings
merge with mine,
transforming them
into reality.
Minutes feel like
seconds
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.
That's sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo true!
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