John R. Carpenter
I do not feel the need to be "inspired" in a high-faluting sense to write. Not ethereal, in a high register or on a pedestal. I feel a compulsion to treat reality head-on, with the right word, it could be the reality right under my nose (Orwell:"In front of your Nose"). On the other hand this could be very hard to find, it night be disguised under many layers. When I'm outdoors,or with others, I usually carry several pencils in my breast pocket, often taking them out to jot down ideas. I even read books with a pencil in hand, a confession here, and carve them up rather badly. Many of my ideas are quite bad, some are good, and it might be that one is even very good, a "mot juste" awaiting there, at the edge of consciousness. The sense that I might connect with it, and begin to write it down, is exciting, is truly exciting.