"Some days it don't come easy
Some days it don't come hard
Some days it don't come at all, and these are the days that never end
Some nights you're breathing fire
Some nights you're carved in ice
Some nights you're like nothing I've ever seen before or will again"
Writing for me always feels this way..
soon as I walk away to do something else though, something I have to put down will pop into my head.
Word count today is only 88 thus far, but I'm looking for another post lunch, or dinner, or what ever meal it is (I don't pay attention when writing LOL) burst of inspiration like yesterday. So here *raises a glass* is to hoping