My imagination never works overtime. It simply doesn't know what that word is.
My imagination works all the time!
I never lack for feelings.
I can manifest them as stories, or put them to work capturing the interest of a group of school children, or regaling some poor soul who is a friend.
Sometimes there are still too many left over and they spill out of me at night when I am most vulnerable in the form of dreams and nightmares. The only difference between the two being the way I feel while they are occurring, or when they are over.
I think maybe that is my body's way of telling me I need to write more. For me writing is the release that others find in gardening, or tennis.
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