I've been sitting in my chair for quite some time waiting for the an idea to hit me. Some nights it's like a bolt of lightening and sometimes it washes over me like a warm gentle surf from the emerald waters of the gulf. Tonight I find myself twisting and turning like a radio antenna trying to pick up a faint signal from a distant world. I never know what will trigger a train of thought but I know it when it comes and I must get on board and ride that ethereal transport to its destination. Often when I get there I look around like a boy scout who's lost his compass.
I've discussed this topic with a number of people who teach creative writing and apparently it is not uncommon. Most seem to advise that it is more important to trudge on and write every day. I'm not sure they realized that what I write is not in a private notebook that I put in my desk, but posted on the web for the world to see, but I think it's good advice.
One thing I do for inspiration is read the work of others but right now I'm going through a little bit of withdrawals because my blog friend Ms. AB Soup has been traveling abroad and her updates have not been as frequent. She is from the land down under and is traveling up in Canada at the present time and I can't wait to get all the details on her travels. I am somewhat envious because even though I'm much closer, I've never been all the way to Canada. I know it must be a remarkable place.
The next trip that Jilda and I will be taking is LA. We've been to San Francisco a number of times but we've never been to Southern California. We have a music conference out there in November and we are really excited.
Well, I guess this is it for tonight. I'm thinking about wrapping my self in aluminum foil tomorrow to see if I get better reception.
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