Flow

I’m always waiting for that magical someday.

When that day comes it will be different from today.

I don’t know how, I only know that it will be. When I sit at my computer, when I stare at a blank screen, when I feel I am at a loss for words, I tell myself that it won’t always be this way.

Like a surfer hoping to catch that perfect wave, I wait for that mythical “flow” when the ideas, the thoughts, the words…those elusive words…pour from me and out will come every story I ever wanted to write.

If not today, someday.