Inspiration Vacation

The water runs high, swirling round my feet.

Then with a crash, I'm submerged in a wave of ideas,

And the words dart like minnows from my fingers.

This is the best yet.

This is the one.

This is the story I've been waiting to write.

Imagination floats all around me.

I simply need to scoop up what I want,

Sometimes the plans look different once they're in my net.

I'm on a roll—look how many chapters!

The characters are flushed with personality.

I wrote this.

And then the tide ebbs.

My confidence is sucked away,

My inspiration lies buried in the sand.

Droplets of doubt cling to me.

What if it's not good enough? Too boring?

Is it too descriptive? Not enough?

My work seems silly now,

Like a fish gasping on land.

Its scales are dull once the water has gone.