There are days when words won't stop... when they dance in my heart and mind... and spill onto paper and keyboard faster than my hands and thoughts can keep up.
Other days, my hands lie still on the clean pages... pen grasped loosely between fingers... or fingers poised above keyboard... listless... lifeless.
I've been told (haven't we all?!) that writing is a discipline... to write something everyday... regardless of how it 'feels'... and even that leaves me lost. I find myself considering copying a page from a book... simply to be able to say I wrote something... even if it's only a physical exercise... or... I write some inane piece of musing like this.