I don't know

The past few days my Facebook status updates have deviated from my usual "oh it's a great day to run on the beach."  Lately, they read  more like self-help maxims than snippets of my daily routine.  I didn't intend to run into Jack Handy.  Something else is guiding me...my inner writer's voice, perhaps?  She is whispering to my fingers, and for the first time in my life I'm not resisting, not ignoring my muse.  Gab on, sistah.