The Gift

Yesterday I received a gift. While I was showering, I had an idea for a short story. I got dressed and--since my computer was already turned off--I grabbed a notebook, sat down with wet hair, and wrote over 900 words of a short story.

Once in a while, some poetry or a story idea will come suddenly and fully to me. There is no way to explain it as anything other than a great gift.

Like the occasional decent shot that keeps me from throwing away my golf clubs, a writing gift arrives just often enough to keep me writing.