"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris ... then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."” Ernest Hemingway
that was real nice. i like that line about steppin out of the clouds. i could see that with you.that picture is real neat for the poem....smiles from lenny
Thanks Lenny. You're a sweet guy..:)
My itchin is twitchin, I loved spice of your fleeting journey. Entry!! Love the insight.
Your intro about "getting it" made me overthink it! The story seems pretty natural to me, about somebody trying to unwind enough to receive inspiration and write. Did I get it?
And the inspiration comes...Very lovely.You once came into my blog and became a follower. I think I reciprocated, but maybe on one of you other blogs. I like this once. Very nice.Ann
Thanks Ann, you're the Best!
I loved this flash fiction! It's so tru how idea come to us like that.
Beautiful and what a lovely (and true!) way to describe a muse.
Lovely portrayal of the Muses. My Muse loves to disturb my sleep. :)
Laura, Aubrie and Vandamir: Thank you. I was thinking everyone hated this and thought about deleting it, but then out of the carriage popped some lovely people and words. Thank you. You rock!
So true, you have to let yourself go and not over think your writing. If you think too much about how to do something you cant do it.
Oooh, I like this one. It happens like that doesn't it. Nicely done.
Pamela Jo and G P Ching: Thanks..:)
Great description. I love it when the muse wakes me up -- although I have to admit I've never thought of it quite that way before :) Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Lauren, and nice to meet you..:)
Nice images. I like how the writer kinda lays a trap for them.
Aiden, thank you..:)
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