Rains of... Inspiration?
Well it's rainy and cold and 3am.
And my brain is bringing out all my unfinished stories and waving them around with new plot threads and interweavings and oh yeah what about this and that and you could say this and remember writing that and....
I have no computer, my hand is no longer fast enough for my brain and I can't really focus on any one story long enough to write more than a paragraph anyway.
It's pouring outside and normally this would make sleeping easy. Not tonight though.
Instead I am in Rivendell with Eamane, the caverns with Edana, the Griffin Academy with Rhia and Rose. I am fighting dragons or riding them. I am an angel with mismatched eyes stopping a bullet, or an artist wandering the hills of western Ireland with a picnic lunch for love. I am the Archer, the Fire Witch, the Healer, the Soldier, the King, the Singer, the Oracle and the Teacher of the young ones in the Emerald Forest. I am the author. I am all of them at the same time.
At least my insomnia has entertaining company. :p
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