The times that I actually think I might have a knack for writing usually occur in the middle of the night, jarred awake by a racing mind. The words whirl around inside my head and feel like they would spew out the top. It's passionate fervor for about 5-10 minutes, then I can rest.
I wake in the morning and read what was written in the darkness and am impressed by the words but have no idea who wrote them...the wave of emotion is gone...it's like it was someone else.
So for what it's worth, I've decided to add a few now and again.
