Sometimes they come easier than others.  I do miss connecting with you.  I appreciate being able to let the words flow and have you immediately understand the context and the subtext in them.  They are pure, unfiltered and ready for your consumption.

And yet sometimes I can’t find them.  The syllables, strung together, rattle around in my head, struggling to find a home, a sinewy sentence structure.  A famine of prose.

I find inspiration in different ways – sometimes through conversation with a friend, at church on Sunday or what I watch or read.  Yet even with the inspiration, there are times I struggle to complete my thoughts and be ready to share.

Maybe that’s just it.  I’m not always ready to share.  Wanting to and being ready are not always in synch.  The hibernation of creativity slumbers along and sometimes inspiration isn’t enough to coax it.  Then, when the time is right, so are the words.  Wait, isn’t that why alarm clocks were invented?

Quote of the day:   “When words don’t come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing.” – Strider Marcus Jones

Neurally yours,

the subject and the object xo