Inspiration

For many years,

I've wanted to be a writer.

In some ways, I already am

(the journals, stories a wrote as an angst ridden teen)

and I created this blog to have an opportunity to write a bit for others as well as for myself

(although I suspect it's mainly for myself than for others)

But I've wanted to do more than that.

Create something bigger.

But inspiration is a rare strike for me.

(I think it's because I'm fairly cynical)

But last night it did.

And I can't believe I'm going to say this but...

it came to me in a dream.

I had one of those rare, magical dreams that stayed with me long after I woke up

and is with me still.

I know their names

and what they do

Who they love

and what they do about that too.

So there's the story I've been looking for.

I just have to figure out how to get it out on paper.

All it takes is one story.