by Pari Noskin Taichert
An idea is precious, more valuable than gold.But if forced, new quickly descends into old.The most brilliant spark can lose its glowWhen edited too much, when pushed where it doesn't want to flow.
Work each day, sit at the computer.Grab and observe like an emotional looter.Characters demand their stories be told.The writer transforms into mother, teacher and scold.
When I'…