Can you tell me from where the source of your inspiration flows? Do you know the exact spot? Is it all around you ... enfolding you upon waking and lying with you at night? Or is it allusive and fleeting ... to be seen one moment out of the corner of your eye only to dissipate when viewed head on. Does it require cultivating like a garden so fragile the slightest breeze could make it disappear or is it rock hard granite?
I have discovered that mine is a little of both. It is a snowball thrown as I round a corner, striking without warning, and melting away as quickly as it came. Melting so fast that if I don't capture it in that moment, it is gone forever and I am left cold and shivering. But in that brief instant between snowball and slush running down the back of my neck, is my opportunity. It is the moment in which I see my inspiration. It is in that moment of clarity that an idea springs forth, a thought is given the chance to live.
The problem of course is that I have no idea when I'll round the next corner and part of me fears I never will.