Have you ever had an experience where the words almost seemed to write themselves? Perhaps you didn’t realize it at the time and only saw it much later when you reread your stuff. A good indication is when you read it and say to yourself, “Gee, I can actually write!”
I had that happen last night. It was almost like I was either (a) possessed by a real writer, (b) channeling the spirit of a writer (who has passed), or (c) I’m actually a writer who can put good words down from time-to-time.
If the answer was either (a) or (b), I’m thankful to have been the vessel that actually brought the words to life. If it was (c) then I have come a long way. 🙂
(I’m trying not to believe it was “none of the above” and I’m simply delusional)
Whatever the answer, it felt really awesome. I’m going to keep moving forward trying to draw from that muse, whoever or whatever it was. I had a lot of fun with the results.