Do not pity your days when words
will not come.
Days meant for reading.
Days meant for fun.
But never ignore the tapping at your door,
when light has gone and day is done.
Rise to meet a story’s call, greet voices,
seeking you to tell words they speak.
Write upon the winged night,
’til dawn brings its glorious light.
No rule exists, no rhyme, nor reason,
when a tale brings a writer’s hand to the table.
Story cares not about time or season
and you, as a writer, must never
question the reason.