At first, an idea emerges as a tiny niggling in my mind.
Then it begins to grow, and continues until I can think of nothing else.
The words tumble over and over in my mind, as I struggle to visualize just how I want to see them on paper.
Composing them into a beautiful structure becomes my obsession.
I look frantically for pen and paper as the words start falling from my head to my hand.
My penmanship, which I desperately try to keep uniform, goes by the wayside as I race to jot down my thoughts.
Once the ideas are purged from my thoughts to paper, I stare at the mess of words and scribbles.
And I am happy.
For I have created.
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