I wonder where people
find their inspiration.
Mine comes in flashes of ‘oh, that’s interesting’ and gets squirreled
away in my notebooks, generally accompanied by a small scribbled drawing to
make it easier to find, and there it rests until retrieved.
Of course, there are times when the inspiration, that ‘interesting’
thing, is too interesting to let alone. I won’t let me alone. And those are the
items that declare themselves and are worked on first – to exorcise them and
allow my brain to move on.
Today started with just such an event. I heard a small snippet of
information that seemed to me somewhat bizarre, made a note of it intending to
return at a more opportune moment but no, it stuck with me. Bang! That was an
end to what I was doing and the start
of more poetry.
Someone had mentioned cats on my tutor group forum and when felines came
up in a somewhat freakish way on the radio… well, it seemed like fate. So I bow
to the edicts of my poetic brain and am creating cat literature. Who’d have thought
it?
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