Sometimes, my poor memory isn't a curse.
Sometimes I go back and read something I wrote, and stare in strange wonder. How did these words come out? How did I have the focus to finish it?
It amazes me, even at times I don't feel capable of writing like that. There are long, fallow patches in my creative work, but the fertile sprints are good indeed.
I just wish for them to happen more often, or at will. :-)
