It's an interesting phenomenon that when you stop for a minute (or several), I mean really stop and come out of the rushing routine whereby you have no time to notice anything, you notice everything, and ideas come forward that have probably been backed up for who knows how long.
So I was at the acupuncturist's today, lying on the treatment table with a needle in my ankle, one in my knee (and I swear those two were talking to each other), and a few others in various strategic places, and in the space of 15 minutes, I had worked out the plot, and I mean the entire plot, of an idea for a novel that I've been struggling with for several years now. The idea won't go away, so I assume that means that it wants to be written, but for the longest time, I couldn't see how the story would flow from beginning to end. And there it was in 15 minutes. Amazing. And all because I just stopped everything. Now if I can just remember it all so that I can come up with an outline and get it all written finally...
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