Jul 14, 2021
2 min read
Loose Ends
Writing Life
I slump behind my keyboard, staring at a blank page, begging for the words to appear. I whisper a prayer to the Muses. Inspiration, creativity, mastery, greatness. These are the intangibles — the magic — the whiff of something unidentifiable, just beyond naming.
How do I conjure that?
It is late at night, the hint of magic creeping in through my fingers, words tumbling…
