I saw, heard, smelled, and felt beauty.

More to come.

Okay, folks. I need a new project. I feel like a dried-up well. Not a single drop of inspiration.

So inspire me.

(That's a quote from Henry Auston Dobson, the poem Urceus Exit: Triolet)

I intended to write a novel two days ago, and instead I ended up with a painting. Same story three days ago.

I intended to write a novel today, and instead I ended up with a complete knitting pattern, ready to submit to Ravelry.

What is going ON with me?

Something is just not working. I need my muse to come back and visit me.

Come back! Help!

Someone give me an idea.