Here I go again

The joy of summer has made me find once again the joy of writing. Ideas rush through my head, stories seem to write themselves. Thoughts just don’t occur to me, they make their way in a very persistent way and force me to make small –usually mental- notes what to write about. I feel the flood of inspiration throbbing through my veins, the heart beats enthusiastically and words chant in my mind.

The poems and the stories that come out, are not necessarily happy, they don’t hale the glory of the sun and warmth. I’m able to linger in dark shades even if the light is bright outside my window, that’s no problem for me. The most important thing is that I feel happiness in writing and that I do right now.

So, I must go on writing before the sun forces me to abandon my laptop and makes me lie down on the pier. You know –after that stretching out in the sun, there will be no hope of writing anything! Summer and laziness is a good combination, too!