My creative streak is still around, but it's buried deep. I have these ideas for poems or writing clips that I really want to work on, but the right words are just loving their elusiveness too much right now to want to be recorded. Hhhmmpphh!

Well in the end I will prevail. I'm too stubborn not to. =op If I have to get a literary or verbal (oil) drill I will. Some way, somehow, I will tap into my creativity. Perhaps a visit from Thalia (imaginary, of course), the Muse over Comedy and idyllic poetry, will be the ticket, or looking into an ancient mirror.

Perhaps attempting to write when I'm not so dog-gone tired would help too, ya think?

moon phase