Some days. It's like a nagging at the back of my mind, a pang of hunger for the excitement of a blank page, the cursor blinking at the top waiting to gobble up my words. But, alas, life takes over. There is laundry to do, kids to feed, parents to call, money to make and the hunger for the written word is push aside.
Some days I can't ignore it any more and gorge myself on the black letters popping up on the page like tulips after a long winter. They blossom and bloom and beautify the yard around them.