Saturday, September 02, 2006

My Muse

It is late at night, I should be in bed ... but this is when the words come. Usually they come after I turn out the lights and am trying to fall asleep because I have to get up at a decent hour the next day. I try to relax and think about something interesting. Then they start. First, the beginning of a sentance constructed better than anything I could have thought of in daylight. Next, another sentance or two. If I'm not careful I will have whole paragraphs rolling through my head describing the images I want to express. If I don't get up - which I rarely do since I don't have forty minutes or so to satisfy the muse - the words slip from my memory. The intensity of inspiration is lost in the night.

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