I Am A Thinker And A Dreamer
There are many times when I can't go to sleep directly. Maye it's been a hot day, Or a long one. Or a bad or a sad one. Just anything can happen.
I snuggle into my satin pillowcase, close my eyes, and begin to picture the most recent chapter of my latest continuing story. I don't start from the beginning, oh, no, not me. I slowly turn the pages, like in a book, and concentrate on what I put down last, the storyline, and what comes next. I begin to compose, slowly, word by word. Then an invisible hand reaches down and removes the sign saying "Writer's Block" and places it to one side. Then - WOW! Inspiration!
I start to breathe deeper, slower, more rhythm to my thoughts now. I can picture the scene, the rhythm in the walking of the people and pets, if any; what they say and the noises they make. What is happening now?
I frown in my sleep. What just happened before that present scene which led into the present situation?
Eventually I relax, the story continues.
But, by this time, I am asleep, my present composition piled in my brain like neat stacks of paper in a quivering wait to be sprung.
I snuggle into my satin pillowcase, close my eyes, and begin to picture the most recent chapter of my latest continuing story. I don't start from the beginning, oh, no, not me. I slowly turn the pages, like in a book, and concentrate on what I put down last, the storyline, and what comes next. I begin to compose, slowly, word by word. Then an invisible hand reaches down and removes the sign saying "Writer's Block" and places it to one side. Then - WOW! Inspiration!
I start to breathe deeper, slower, more rhythm to my thoughts now. I can picture the scene, the rhythm in the walking of the people and pets, if any; what they say and the noises they make. What is happening now?
I frown in my sleep. What just happened before that present scene which led into the present situation?
Eventually I relax, the story continues.
But, by this time, I am asleep, my present composition piled in my brain like neat stacks of paper in a quivering wait to be sprung.