Sing, Muse

Herself is on the cusp of writing several things.  One thousand miniscule thoughts -- sentence fragments, blog entries, plot possibilities -- have sprouted in her mind's garden.  She waters them carefully in contemplation, and turns each one toward the sun. She knows they need more time to grow into what they will become. 

It is difficult to be patient, but she knows these things cannot be rushed.  Which ones will bear fruit?  We shall see.