it bubbles and I blink and stop working where did that thought come from... I cringe, no, not now, I don't have time to write another poem but it insists with a growing insistence it now expands and pops more than just a thought it is now a half verse I try to work I get paid for this... but what thought was that tramping through the legal mumbo on my screen and does it come first or last the bubble pops again and up comes half a poem and a title... I shrug and give in and my fingers birth another worded creation my poems are jealous like that though... until the last stroke they are not satisfied.
[This message has been edited by Corazon (edited 02-15-2000).]
Mine wait until I'm drifting off to sleep... and the first wisps of dreams get blasted to smithereens by some line that charges in and won't leave my head and nags until I write it down. Sometimes it brings enough friends to make a poem... but most times it leaves me aggravated at a muse whose timing leaves much to be desired! LOL
Often wonder how many writers relate to this. As a realestate agt. for years, I'd have lines written on the backs of listing sheets, unneeded business cards, legal pads, etc. either so I wouldn't forget them or so they would get out of my way. Guess it's akin to inventors, the best always happens on the way to something else.