a short story, or a long one.
April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
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.