It's frustrating isn't it? I have been unable to write for the longest time (been spending a lot of time in the Alley and in Philosophy 101), yet I have all these great lines and ideas floating around with nothing to connect them.
Until today... had this line in my head "ferral whispers" and couldn't get it out, so I started writing with that, then threw in some of the other things that had been floating about.... a little massaging and tweaking, and ta da! A poem! Must not have been very good since know one has read it, BUT! It got my brain flowing again...
Why am I writing all this? Because it is late and I am up and will not be able to go to bed (bad tummy), so this is helping to distract me....
Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
"Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway