Finding the Muse

It’s been a rough month of writing, a month spent editing at least as much as writing, and much of my writing time spent talking with friends at Starbucks. I don’t ever want to take away from the latter. Unless I have a deadline to meet, friends should always be higher on my list than writing.

Still, I was glad to get away to visit the ocean once more. Views like this move my soul like few other things in this world:

20160423_103152.jpgMy muse moves with the scent of salt air, the never-ending crash of waves, the crunch of sand, the cry of sandpipers, and the breeze off the ocean. Even though my eyes water from the breeze and the glare of the sun, inspiration fills my soul and makes me long to write. How can I not when I see this?



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