Strangely, I never have pad and pencil nearby the bed. I should, yet I don’t. I think it’s something about making it hard on me – this muse that hangs around. So I go down to my little office and type up the lines and usually add more. Sometimes the whole poem is written in a quick surge. That’s how I know I’m merely the typist for this hungry muse who is desperate to get her words out into the world.