Words are my tradesman’s hammer and nails. And then sometimes, in the middle of it all, an idea will come through me, not to me but through me, and it will be on paper before I have any idea what it is.
The getting of it will create a physical experience – a prickle on the back of my neck, a lightheadedness, a sucking away of my breathing air, almost a passing out sometimes.
It will be totally centered and focused and selfish, allowing no deviation from its compelling draw.