It had been a quiet time for me after the launch of Selected Poems in December. I had hopes of doing lots of writing, but that wasn't really happening. Then I was lucky enough to be selected to write a piece for Fickle Favours, https://www.facebook.com/FickleFavours
as part of an exciting new project. Somehow a deadline always seems to work for me - or make me work - and I managed to complete a piece of writing inside the time frame. Six 'sonnets' in the voice of the Dark Lady of the sonnets.
This got me thinking about inspiration and how if I sit around waiting for it, it doesn't happen. I don't think I need a muse as much as I need a strict overseer. Write a poem or else!
Anybody else feel the same way?