What? and Why?.....

What the hell is this? And why is it the very first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning?!?

The dry, brown grass of the vast fields of the Savannah, teased by the gentle breeze, sways in the quiet, afternoon sun. Upon first glance, it's only dry grass, yearning for a drink of water. On looking closer, each blade bends and sways in perfect harmony with the next, as if the breeze has suddenly turned the field into a large, flowing river, taking what was first seen as something thirsting and needing, and transforming it into something so full of life. May the breeze in your writing mind be like the breeze over the fields of the Savannah; bending, shaping, flowing, and transforming your thoughts and ideas into something beautiful and alive.

Humm...I would have thought nothing of it if I'd only had that weird thought on waking once. But it's like the 3rd time. I don't know where it came from or what it means. Perhaps I'm obsessing over it subconsciously. Or perhaps I have a reader sending me subliminal vibes trying to get me to write faster.

*shrug*

Ok, so maybe it wasn't the very 1st thing...but the 2nd...the 1st thing was me getting pissed at the alarm. I mean, When you get to bed at 4...the last thing you want to hear at 6 is the damned alarm clock! Oh well, such is life.

I would have been in bed at a fairly decent hour FOR ONCE if I hadn't picked "The Night We Met" up off of the shelf. I swear I was only going to read a few pages--being that it was already 1 am, but that SO didn't happen. I wanted to keep reading, but my eyes hurt so much that I had to put it down. I guess that happens with as many hours a day as I spend reading/writing.

*sigh*

Off to work........I hope!