NaPoWriMo Day Twenty one – an overheard conversation
There’s a little eavesdropping going on today.
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Brilliant
“I had a stroke” of genius
A flash of brilliance once
Upon a time
Like fireworks in a summer sky
All razzel-dazzel
Bursts of color
Ooooos and aaahhhhs
It was a sparkler of an idea
That sizzled and danced
In the dark until it burned
Itself out and only ashes remained
rhymeswithbug 
I know that feeling. It often happens as I’m driving along and I have a brilliant idea for a story. By the time I get to my destination, I either can’t remember the idea or I wonder why I thought it was so great in the first place.
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