When Inspiration Hits
I have been reflecting on the times I become inspired to write. We were riding around the beach and I found another alien face. (The Ghost in the Machine.) I remembered when I found the first one. I looked at it. Stopped. Looked at it again. Stared at it even. All of a sudden, I felt the need to take a picture of it. Surprisingly, I never know the inspiration hit me until after I atake a picture of the thing. Its almost as if inspiration needs a visual confirmation that it’s presence is valid.
As always, I have someone with me who looks at me bewildered when I have that momentary sideways stare at something. It always happens at strange times. Also, as soon as the picture is snapped, I feel compelled to explain myself.
“I have to write about that.”
What do YOU think?