What Feeds Your Imagination?
Materials are out there waiting on you, me, him, her, he, or she to be discovered!
Someone asked, “Aren’t you afraid that you’ll run out of ideas for your stories?”
Smiling as if I had won the Nobel Prize for Literature, I taunted, “I can’t.”
Easing over to stare into my eyes, she said, swaying her head, “What, you think you are a genius?”