Back when I wrote songs and poems regularly, I learned one important thing: I can write a fairly decent poem any time I want, but the good poems and the great songs just drop out of the sky when they are least expected. I assumed my Muse had left me, because nothing has dropped out of the sky for a long, long time. Until this morning.
As usual, my bladder woke me up for the third time around three A.M. I crawled back in bed, really sleepy, feeling pretty sure I'd be asleep again in no time, when two lines dropped out of the sky. "An old man with his tractor is something to behold; he'll touch that rusty carcass like it's something made of gold."
It wasn't quite that polished, but the idea and the rhyme were there. I shoved it aside and tried to sleep, but other ideas and words came in a flood. I finally grabbed the IPad that's always beside my bed and began typing some of the lines into "notes" on the Icloud.
At four A.M. I got up, opened up the laptop (because it's faster and easier to type on as opposed to the one-finger pecking I have to do on the IPad), went to "notes", and started adding to the skeleton of a poem I had, which of course showed up there because these things sync, you know.
I polished what was there, added more lines and rhymes, and got that familiar thrill I always used to get when I realized "this thing's gonna work!"
I clicked out of the browser that held my golden words. But when I went back to it, all that remained was the skeleton, the original thoughts I had put on the IPad in bed. Back to the IPad, I saw nothing was left but those first jottings.
My first thought was to give up and forget about it. I didn't remember half the stuff I had added to the song/poem. But then I thought, "The Muse hasn't come around for a long, long time. I guess I'd better work with her.
So I'm working. This time I'm using "Open Office" as my notebook. I know there are some golden thoughts that are gone forever, but maybe the whole thing will be worth saving in the end.