“If there is progress then there is a novel.”
William Carlos Williams
You wait for it to come, grow, become. You may be waiting forever. Like love.
Perhaps it will visit, pass by. You’ll notice, probably feel hopeful, or inspired. Forlorn.
You’ll keep trying, as in waiting. Wanting and waiting are such wrestlers.
From time to time you’ll dream. Fantasies and nightmares.
But language will twist your words.
“Today I wrote nothing.”
Daniil Kharms
Polysemic Stupor 
Thank you. The difference between waiting and waiting for. Love to you, Nathan.
There’s this…strange known-ness…that the words within us cannot come out unchanged when the limits of language take hold.
Brilliant one
Thanks. 🙂