I wrote a poem several years back, Night Storm. The poem, while not my first, is my favorite. It begins like this:
Up above, the reticent moon rests in the sky,
Stars accessorize it like diamonds do a face.
Together they're suspended in a black velvet case...(I know, accessorize, what was I thinking?) This morning I thought about it and my writing. Right now, I'm faltering.
Words are beautiful. Have you ever wanted to say something and just couldn't express yourself? The words sat on the tip of your tongue but would not budge? Perhaps they sat on your fingertips?
Yesterday I was working on an article for my series. The words spilled on the page. I was amazed at how fast I cranked it out. Then I edited it.
The topic is one which I know a lot about, bar management. That was my career for a long stint. Not the best of me for sure, but I enjoyed it. Yes, I went to college. Yes, I have a degree. Having worked there, getting promoted, and loving the people so much, I just couldn't find it in my heart to leave at the time.
A little tidbit, my Grandfather was also into bar management/ownership. He led an interesting life and actually knew "Minnesota Fats", Rudolph Wanderone!
The article is way too long for the Internet. I think I may break it in two if I can't pare it down today. I just want to get it finished and submitted so I can move on. You know how it goes...
My inspiration circles the moon. I'm feeling it now.