Ever since Fire & Rain was released on July 15th, I wrote a new poem every day. I have rarely been this productive after publishing such an appealing and wholesome book. There is some pride in admitting this, but shame too. And there is no standing still. It goes on and on and on.

Edit to add this continuous thought:

So why do I feel the need to point this out? Am I gloating? Am I bragging? I don’t think I am. At least, it is not my intention. I just want to share that no matter if I am home or at work or on vacation, I always find ways to get inspired and I write. Every day. I cannot judge if it is any good, but it is not all bad, I am convinced of that. To say that I am prolific is an understatement. And there is no explanation where the inspiration comes from. It is simply there. It comes from reading and listening to local music. Or, like yesterday’s poem about ripples, it comes from seeing and experiencing things and life around me. There is no schedule and no recipe. And sometimes I wish there was. Sometimes I wish I was more structured and organized with this blog. But I am not. I make things up as I go.

Most poems are the same. Just a sudden burst of inspiration finding its way into your screens.

Greetings from a rainy vacation in the Netherlands