The Question Was: How Do You Get Inspired?
The Question Was: How Do You Get Inspired?
Only a minority of my writing sessions begin with gen-u-wine 100% Italian leather front-and-center inspiration. Most commence when the clock tells me it's my husband's turn to take the kids. It's not that inspiration doesn't ever take me down with a flying tackle. It most certainly does.
It's just that inspiration doesn't feel the slightest need to align its thrilling visitations with my planned writing sessions. When it pins me down to enthusiastically lick my face, I'm usually deciding which package of hamburger I should buy (Hm... 1.2 or 1.5 lb --- aaaauuuugggghhhh!) or enjoying a 2am stagger to the bathroom.
In terms of deep-bone long-haul inspiration? As in, what makes me ever and ultimately pick up a pen? Two things. One: The scamper and play of Delight. Two: The blood-boil of Injustice, and the knowledge of the courage of others in the obscene face of it.
Only a minority of my writing sessions begin with gen-u-wine 100% Italian leather front-and-center inspiration. Most commence when the clock tells me it's my husband's turn to take the kids. It's not that inspiration doesn't ever take me down with a flying tackle. It most certainly does.
It's just that inspiration doesn't feel the slightest need to align its thrilling visitations with my planned writing sessions. When it pins me down to enthusiastically lick my face, I'm usually deciding which package of hamburger I should buy (Hm... 1.2 or 1.5 lb --- aaaauuuugggghhhh!) or enjoying a 2am stagger to the bathroom.
In terms of deep-bone long-haul inspiration? As in, what makes me ever and ultimately pick up a pen? Two things. One: The scamper and play of Delight. Two: The blood-boil of Injustice, and the knowledge of the courage of others in the obscene face of it.
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