Sometimes when you are charged and inspired by the day and the thought and the time in which you are placed and your creative juices seem to be flowing on high, it is a false feeling and the spurt dies in your hands. I'll just leave that image alone there.
Then again, sometimes you awake from a sound sleep to find thoughts blowing through your brain like a storm and you just can't get them down fast enough, and even after you fumble around the dark and find pen and paper and write them down in your now tired script, you find that it is better later when, in the great light of day, you allow your thoughts to run and what you end up with is far better than the words which flowed through your nocturnal synapses.
It is what gives pause to life and makes the process so uncertain and uncontrollable.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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