About a year ago, I saw the phrase, "stung by the splendor of a sudden thought"(quote by Robert Browning)and realized, that was an almost exact description of the origins of my inspiration, the brainstem of my writer's brain so to speak.
I always enjoyed reading, from the time I learned the alphabet, and how to make words out of those letters and sentences out of those words. As I read and wrote more, I realized I could try to write my own small compositions, not only the bland little paragraphs the teachers assigned us to do, but imaginative stories to amuse my friends, silly little poems (and occasionally those we didn't dare recite in class). Of course things changed a bit when mom let me play with her ancient manual typewriter that was hers back in her high-school days. I learned how to type the "real way" in Jr. High, and sometimes after practicing at home, used to write little short poems, or stories to entertain my friends with. Eventually it led to writing poems for English Class, and I discovered I liked writing.
On and off through the years, I might write a little, but never anything I felt like sharing. It took some major personal tragedies in my life to re-awaken that mysterious desire to take up the pen and paper, what started as a way to pass the time became a passion. Of course it doesn't come every day, sometimes I'll go through a few blank patches, and then a sentence I read, or a quotation, a picture or even something said in conversation brings that splenderous sting, that sudden thought, that first two rhyming lines of verse. And once again, the ink flows for this Woman Behind the Pen, words begin to collide, and I am rewarded with another work of my chosen Art.