Where do you find inspiration?
Other times, prose starts pouring out of my head as I'm walking out of the subway station and I find myself scrambling to jot down notes on my phone as I walk across the cross walk… (I didn’t actually do this, Mom. Just – well, I stopped myself before I walked into oncoming traffic)
Turns out, you can’t stunt creative thought any more than you can force it. It shows up when it wants, and stays as long as it feels like staying and not a moment more. (Inset comparison to crazy relative here.)