There is rarely ever any rhyme or reason to its timing. Never a warning. Never a polite calling card admonishing one to “Keep a pencil at the ready. You’re going to want to write this down.”
Nope, none of that.
Just SMACK! and Brilliance is there… and sadly just as quickly gone, as well.
Yesterday, out of nowhere, I got smacked good and hard.
It was, well, brilliant!
The final scene of The Hushing Days has now been written, and, pardon me, if I say… it’s really, really good.
Oh, I’ve still got thousands of words to go before month’s end to finish the novel, but that last scene is in the can!
It is fini!
It is done and gone and beaming in my rearview mirror…
*the four-legged, furry muse interrupts to inquire, “If it’s ‘gone,’ how can you possibly know it’s ‘beaming’?*
But, alas, the Brilliance fades and leaves behind nothing more than half-baked metaphors and smart aleck dogs.