When The Light Is On

There are times when the world seems more alive than usual.  The smallest moment becomes a mountain.  Characters and thoughts come barreling in with no effort–whole and solid and monolithic in their glorious imperfections and realism–and it seems as if I couldn't possibly get it all down in time before it fades.

I know it will fade. I'll be at my desk and think aloud to the air, "Gee, I really wish I had something interesting to say."

I will sit and push through the quiet lull with writing and ...