Dreaming Writing

On the Day Creative Flow Lifts Me Up and Takes Me Downstream To Easy Street

One day I’ll become a magnificent conduit and nothing else will matter.

One day it will burble up out of me and fill the screen. A torrent of perfect words painting an engaging glimpse of a world only I can channel. And then, Poof!, I will polish that gorgeous piece of writing and share it with the world. Behind me, pushing me forward, up, and beyond, more words/images/stories bubbling up.

The Writer, Nicaragua 2005

On that day, I won’t be stuck, aimless, mediocre. I’ll tap in. I’ll be a magnificent conduit, a jovial funnel of insight and inspiration.

Everyone will want to read me.

You will find me in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Brevity, Creative Nonfiction, The Sun, and The New York Times.

From behind my subway newspaper I’ll hear them whisper, “Did you read that article in the Times? I love how she writes!” They’ll give me my own clever column. I’ll make deadline with ease, words ever-flowing, a burbling spring. One day.

By Camille Armantrout

Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.

One reply on “On the Day Creative Flow Lifts Me Up and Takes Me Downstream To Easy Street”

I’d say you’ve done pretty darn good so far! Nothing wrong with striving and I don’t doubt that one day we’ll read something you’ve written in any or all of those publications!

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