As I was writing yesterday, I realized that bringing my laptop along on our picnic might not have been the brightest idea: I found it impossible to type lying on our blanket.
As I rolled over to relax, I found myself staring up into the budding branches of an anonymous tree that tatted the blueing sky. After a few blinking moments, gusts of inspiration blew into my poor, tired brain and I delved into my sitcom idea even further.
It strikes me that my inspiration is nearly always taken from nature.
How do you enter that mysterious zone? What brings you in_spiration?
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