the catnaps of creativity
Somehwere along the line I feel like this creativity of mine decided to find a cozy spot to light upon, circle a few times and lie down on, simultaneously closing eyelids
and almost immediately beginning to snore. I prod sometimes, it lifts its heavy tired head and yawns, sometimes gets up to arch its back while stretching its legs. Sometimes utters a few mews, meows, or cackles. I quickly write down what I can interpret...what sounds fitting, what sounds like it holds a spark, what sounds new. Then my cat is again curled back around itself and snoozing peacefully again...and my mind is racing at a slow steady pace scanning the landscapes inside for any promise of a story, a voice that is on the verge...one that really needs to purge and be heard.