
On Inspiration
I feel the churning in the root of my belly. It’s here! The impetus, the call, the wave. Ride it! I get my laptop and put fingers to keys and, oh wait, the blanket on my lap isn’t quite right, let me just take a minute to adjust it. Okay, here I go…oh wait, the dog wants out. Okay, now I’ll…no, the laptop table is kinda wonky, so I’d better get that situated… Inspiration is finicky. At least mine is. As beautiful and necessary as it is, it is unfortunately tied to part