I’m a writer and I love what I do.

Some dare say that I’m good at it.

When my ideas, the blank sheet of paper (real or digital), and my pen (or computer) become best friends, I revel in the solitude of my writing.

Unfortunately that’s not always the case.

In an instant I can find myself lost, abandoned by the fickle muse, who without any notice decides to have a meltdown. It’s then that my ideas are no longer tame; they refuse to be confined to the page. They want to fly. And out the window they go.

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