I stumble a small idea seed, either left behind from a piece of literature, a teacher, or my curiosity. It's a small seed, but I reach out to grasp it. It's sometimes a long distance between here and a safe location to plant the seed, and I pray I don't lose it.
At my desk, on my bed, or in front of a computer, I take that minuscule seed and nurture it to grow. Pencil or pens, paper or keyboard, all can germinate that seed. More thought, effort, and patience grow the idea into a work of writing. A little pruning or a little fertilizer strengthen the paragraphs and sentences that branch from the main body until it sprouts a fruiting body. I take the fruit of my work to the kitchen for final preparations. A little spice and a low simmer later, others are ready to indulge on my idea.
No comments:
Post a Comment