I'd been wanting to write about an image/incident that occurred shortly after I moved to Arizona. My first attempts at capturing what I wanted to convey had felt stiff, contrived. Lucky for me, those writings were in the notebook I lost.
Planted a seed, watered it with my curiosity (what's this about?) and BOOM, yesterday it blossomed and I had my rough draft in the course of five minutes (it's a flash).
Sometimes I'm lazy and/or pressed for time--why can't every story happen like this?
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