I've been thinking a lot of writing. Ideas that surface from the backs of my brain in the most unexpected moments. Last night at my nephews showcase, I found myself scribbling on the back of the program. INSPIRATION IS EVERYWHERE! A notebook is what I need to lodge around with me where ever I go. Maybe even a tape recorder or something along the lines.

The theater smelled like old leather shoes. These high curtains could distract you, they play off the same color lipstick you love so much on me. They look as if they would feel thick, like your lashes or your hair when it's wet; velvet.

The creative drip-drop faucet in the back of my mind cannot form a pool nor pond and much less a river or any larger body of water. If at any point in time it begins to flow much more than this, I'll be back here, to the drawing board, my portal, my canvas, my blog.