The Snowflake Chronicles

Summary Saturday

Summary Saturday

I have written and posted to something every day. Saturday is supposed to be a day of rest, the Divine Essence labored six day and rested on the seventh. God or what ever name you want to give to the Unknowable Perfume of Divinity rested. I on the other hand can not! I must write, I must create a sentence (even if it is a poorly written sentence that must be rewritten at a latter time). In order to write I would put off eating and any other necessity of physical existence to put words on paper or into a word processor. When I decided to write for only ten minutes that ten minutes becomes fifteen or twenty. Words flow through my mind like the water at the intersection of Sahara and Eastern Ave. in Las Vegas, Nevada on a rainy day. I must write poems, stories, essays anything that comes into my mind. Sometimes I can not write fast enough to quill the muse and sometimes my muse decides take a vacation on Mars or on another planet, even to another star system for what seems like light years. Today is the day that I can not seem to stop writing even when I am at the obvious end of a piece.