Let me talk to you about inspiration. It's a beautiful thing and frustrating thing, isn't it? Sure, when it hits you, its great. You can sit down, spit out a thousand words like it's nobody's business.

But when it's gone? It's gone. Nothing works. Nothing.

What gives us the inspiration? It could be something you experience:


An especially bright august morning.

A deer on a bike path.

The Smell of Pine-sol.



Or maybe it's a quote:

"He never apologized for the flood."

"If you kill me, I'll never pick up another homeless guy."



Or a simple idea that manifests itself in my head that I can't let go:

What if your mother was dying?

What if  your father was dead?


A song lyric. A walk in the park. A trail of blood in a storm drain. A doctor's thick glasses.


It's amazing, when it boils down to it. Incredible, astounding. A thousand words could be said. But one is enough: Amazing. Amazing that such a small instance, A small thought, can inspire stories like this.

Thanks for reading.