I don't look for inspiration. Each morning when I come downstairs, I can see right into my study. There sits my computer, my books, and it always feels like I'm being beckoned in. The sight alone seems to fire up the old imagination, and therefore it's an urge I can't resist. Therefore, I don't even try to. I'm lucky in that I have all the time I want to write. I feel for those who have to squeeze it into a hectic schedule.