a short story, or a long one.

April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

I am thinking of my next book. Image

I am in that place – precious it feels, for how fleetingly it can fade – of inspiration… of sensing that I may be on the cusp of something new, reaching desperately for the words to describe the feeling – the feeling of a dimly lit Parisian boulevard, a toothy Thai grin atop a pile of wood, early dawn in Tuscany, the end of Winter in an English garden. 

Ideas fly through my mind – some are quickly dismissed. Others dance wildly for a while before departing. Others linger. 

Still waiting to see which stay for good.

 

 

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