Sometimes inspiration hits. It makes me warm from the inside out. I get goose bumps and I can’t type fast enough to even put my feelings and ideas and excitement on paper. Inspiration requires editing. Lots of editing. It’s a mess. It’s a total free flow of idea and passion and creative. Inspiration is like a songbird - she sings so quickly that I can hardly catch the words. All I hear is the tune. and the tune is sweet and joyful. Perhaps it doesn't matter what the words are for the melody makes me feel in love and vulnerable and alive. It makes me smile a little and sometimes that smile breaks into a laugh. It brings emotion up into my throat and it makes me want to dance. With someone. It makes me want to dance with someone! To spin them around and rest my head on their shoulder and feel their palm in mine. I close my eyes.
That’s what inspiration feels like.