I Am Inspired To Write

Blsitering white snow covers my grass today, undisturbed by feet or hooves or paw prints. I am inspired to write. It glitters like diamonds, and if I hold my head just right, I think I can see the pink diamond ring I lost three years ago, but I know a mirage when I see one, really? I would be the only one, but I am inspired to write. Ideas awaken me and i'm talking, I'm thinking when I should be speaking, I'm sleeping when I should be writing, I'm doing things when I should be doing something else. In a writer's world this all makes sense. Outside the writer's world I.....ok. I am inspired to write. That fifth cup of tea, that tenth mile, that tenth trip to the door to look at that white squirrel. It's all part of the writing process. I am inspired to write. I'm writing right now, in the other part of my brain. Grocery list, revising that synopsis, nip tucking that other book. I have a new idea. I'll think about it while I sleep.