I woke to the sound of the rain dancing on the tin roof above my head. What is it about rain that awakens my inner Muse? I'd love to sit by the window, listening to the liquid inspiration fall to the cool ground below me and write until my Muse drops from exhaustion. Atlas, I must be a grown up...well, maybe not completely. Errands to run this morning; then home again to jot down the plethora of images flooding my mind. Please let the rain continue for the day so I can finish my duties and then come out to play!
P.S. Once I came home the rain went away and the sun came to stay. My Muse took a nap. My she'll wake up, perhaps!
An avid reader, life long writer, and lover of life, I am here to shares my love of books and writing in hopes to spread a little knowledge and entertainment to the rest of the world. (and truthfully...to help make sense of it all)
A common theme is the ramblings of my bipolar world which I share without shame so no one else has to hide or be ashamed of themselves or the ones they love. Knowledge is power and the more you know the more you grow.