This morning Jaye asked me how I come up with the words and poems for some of the prompts we do, as she is convinced she couldn’t do this quite as well herself. I dispute this.
I am not good with questions, they normally have me running for the hills.
That inner part of me belongs to me, I don’t like to spill it.
One of my many muses prompted an answer.
First, I think of something.
It could be a word overheard on tv, something I have read, the words of a song.
Whatever it is, one of my muses will jump in, I assume because they liked the thoughts in my head at the time. Then we work hand in hand.
I know the difference when I try to write without one of them. It’s mostly rubbish.
Thank God for outside help, or I would be very bored.
It’s as simple as that…