I feel the words brewing, percolating, bubbling inside my head. They are there in limbo. Waiting for the muse to take them to their fate. I am inspired, but only in thought. In my mind’s eye, I can see a masterpiece, a celebration of creativity. I feel the way the words touch and move others, if only in my intent. I long to have the words jump off the pages into the hearts of my readers. I’ve been moved by the works of others; may my words also have that same effect.