Ending a Dry Spell

Understanding defies logic. You cannot after all make sense out of something that makes no sense at all. But there it is. A light shining beacon in the darkness that turns itself on faster than you can flick a switch and the idea begins to grow.

And you remember what it is to write with purpose and with passion.

One seed. One thought. Fed, watered, allowed to bloom, taking shape beneath a tender hand.