We had a wonderful time hiking beside rivers and over suspension bridges, in awe of the mighty power of the water.
The first park we went to had a trail located at the dam. We arrived to the horrendously annoying sound of the siren wailing its warning to us that water was being released from the dam and the water level would rise to a dangerously high level.
It got me to thinking that my writing is like a river. Sometimes the dam opens or the rain comes, and I'm flooded with ideas and on a writing "high". Other times, I'm dried up with little to nothing creative. It then becomes a waiting game until the rain comes or the dam opens.
Do you ever feel that way? That sometimes your writing is like the mighty rushing river and other times it's like a dry stream-bed. Ya got nothing.
Though I do find encouragement in that even when the river is dry or not but a small trickle, it will eventually evolve into a beautiful, life changing marvel.