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all over what I’ve written.

Usually as a result of the trail of thought wandering off into the dark. Thought stalls, steam erupts from the ears, and my hand scribbles all over the page, balls it up and propels it at the bin.

There’s a lot of screwed up balls of paper by my bin, my aim is terrible.

Why is it inspiration occurs when you can’t get to a pen. The perfect sentence pops into your head while driving, or sitting in the dentist chair. Try as you might to hold, that, thought, it runs away when your fingers touch a pen.

All you can do is wave as it vanishes!

Maybe it will pop back and visit, hopefully right now while I’m at the computer……… or maybe it won’t!