What Is Inside of You?
Blog Posted:8/21/2012 5:47:00 AM
I read a terrific poem by one of PS's most talented poets and noticed that he left a comment that said something like (rephrased):
"I do not write fiction or tell stories, I only write what is truly inside of me."
Now I think this is great and I am in awe of him and his talent.
I, on the other hand, do happen to write fiction and I do tell stories. But that is because, that too, is what is inside of me.
Sometimes, I am not sure exactly where from inside of me they come, but fantasy seems well feed inside there somewhere. It is 4:00 in the morning. My dog just woke me barking at the back door to be let outside. While waiting for her to do her stuff, I powered up my PC at the kitchen table and typed up the poem, "That Green-Eyed Monster". I have no clue why that was there at 4:00 in the morning. It just kind of appeared on the screen one verse at a time. I wasn't even sure where it was taking me until I got there.
The dog barked to be let back in. I posted the poem - read it if you like - wrote this blog and am taking myself back to bed.
Good night folks ... again.