When I sit down to write
it is seldom in the same place.
Each time of day has
it’s own nook.
As long as there is
pen and paper,
or, as in this missive,
my laptop, my fingers poised,
I am ready to write.
When I sit down to write,
my thoughts are jumbled
or there may be a spot
on the wall that reminds me
of some bit of philosophy,
or maybe a blank white page
~ silent and patient.
So I doodle,
or read
a bit of poetry,
a novel
or whatever is near at hand
Along the way,
some fanciful thought
floats across the page
when I sit down to write.
“Your intuition knows what to write so get out of the way.”
~ Ray Bradbury