Thursday, December 3, 2009

Space-The Final Frontier

I ponder that phrase as I sit here typing, stuffed between a plastic snowman and several odd wicker deer. They are in a holding pattern until they can be carefully positioned on our lawn in the next few days.

They are creepy.

A writer's creativity is not dependent on where it's allowed to flow. It doesn't care if your typing on a computer that was obsolete five years ago, or an old fashioned typewriter, or even scribbling in a notepad that you stole from your son's school supplies.
The words will come even if your partially sitting on a plastic wreath and you swear you heard a strange rustling in the endless piles of garland.

A little more space would be nice.

I boldly go where no one has gone before.
Ok, well that's not really true but it sounds great.


  1. Inspiration comes from many places and in many forms. The snowman and wicker deer sounds like the start of a good horror story.

  2. I'll be writing in my car later today for two whole hours. I predict it will be hot and uncomfortable. LOL about the creepy deers.

  3. *Hands Marsha a stick to fend off the creepy deer and snowman*

    Best of luck on writing in spite of the creepiness.


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