Lee Davy continues his confessions series by writing about the various stages of the muse as relates to his personal experience.

The sun warms my face, the rushing sound of water reminds me of a day full of tears. There are silhouettes of animals trekking along the hills in my eyeline, and yet it’s all about me.

I didn’t earn a shilling for my first writing gig. I panicked at first. Then my inner voice told me to chill. It was part of the embryonic stage that I was melting into. It was something that I had to do. Eventually, it would lead to the elucidation of a more structured future.

That’s what I told myself.