And I believed in me. Then, once again, I was alone in my secret dream. Words eluded me. When the dust cover was pulled back once again and my words came into view, I suddenly believed in them. And I believed in Me.
Inspiration can come from many things - events, people or simple scenery.
But, belief first comes from you. You have to believe in yourself before anyone else can. I had only to believe all along. A short time ago, I wrote because someone believed in me. Today I write because I am guided by words from the heart, ideas born from just about anything and from abilities that expand each day as I keep doing what I love to do.