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Come out, come out where ever you are

For some reason, for years, this is the time of year where I am most inspired. Everything comes at me like a million ghosts in flight, flying at the speed of wind. A good Ray Bradbury book, the atmosphere outside, a full moon over an Autumn tree, makes me want to make the most beautiful ideas come from me. Yet, there is just so much, its hard to spill it.
How am I over analyzing inspiration? I don't know how my writer friends do it.