So much of writing is a mysterious process that dips into the grand beyond, the deep dark, the wide open. Wherever that place is, I find music and silence, rainfall and wind, red sunsets and moonlit snowfall will open the veil behind which it hides.

Right now I’m listening to what I think of as my Aimlessly Wondering Minstrel Wearing My Emotions on My Sleeve music. Today’s selection is, Around the Bend by Joe Bonamassa. And the muse is singin’.

In this same vein of guides into my inner sanctum of inspiration are Adagio for Strings by Barber; Promontory by Trevor Jones; and that certain silence of inner wonder that follows as twilight settles across the deep woods in summer’s time. The shadows grow thick and blue-purple to fill the trees in gloom and my heart just breaks for the beauty of it. And if the fates are kind, I write. With quill or guitar, by all the gods, I write.

And so, life is good.