'Tis a rainy Saturday morning As I set up shop
Before my computer.
There are cobwebs
Stretched among the equipment
From months of abandonment
And my fingers are stiff
From disuse.
Will my muse come
And whisper the words
In my ear?
Or will I sit for hours
Staring at the blinking cursor
On an otherwise blank screen
Wondering where to begin?
Dear Becca, you most be going deaf, because your Muse aren't whispering, she is screaming her head off looking at that empty screen! ! !
Start writing girl.
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Georg
Welcome back, you've been missed. This is a start, the Return of new beginnings. Look forward to more from you, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.