I hate these times when I do not feel so creative. I sit and stare at the monitor, I twiddle my thumbs, I write in my blog. Ideas flitter in and out but none land in the trap that I have laid for them. If I am very quiet and still maybe they will not notice me waiting here… waiting for them to light my darkened mind, to seed my creative soul, to sow some new idea in this fertile ground.
Lane
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