Thomas Edison said that genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.
I find myself chasing after that elusive 1% all the time. They are slippery, those moments of clarity when the ideas come to you perfectly out of thin air. If you're not careful, these precious moments will slide aside in a heartbeat to accommodate any old mundane distraction.
Why does the inspiration always strike in the most inopportune times? In the shower when hands are wet and soapy and one cannot write down the words that are coming together. While walking, trying to fall asleep, and especially right before work. When inspiration hits with the poorest of timing, I always convince myself that I will remember; that the ideas will come back to me just as naturally as they had in the first place.
And I never quite get them back intact. Not with the same gusto anyway.
This is where the perspiration comes in.
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