All writers enjoy times when the words zing from their fingertips, but just like blue skies and sunshine, that energy doesn’t always stay.

You wonder— where do the words go when the mood clouds shift?

Are writers like bears? Do they need to hibernate — store up the fat and juice of life?

Sit awhile in the dark so they can better see the shape of things.

Let raindrops hit their skin so they can remember how the droplets feel.

© 2023 Katie Baker