When Inspiration Strikes…
Everything else can wait.
Every dismissal is permissible.
The papers on your desk: don’t organize them. Shove them aside. Urgently.
The call you just received: don’t answer it. Turn off the phone. Unapologetically.
This moment is critical.
You’ve received a message from the skies.
It is rare. It is fleeting. It is important.
You must write it, paint it, code it. Whatever.
Whatever you do, get it out from that flawed and fickle head
before it flutters away.
When inspiration strikes, the geyser begins to rupture, and the current will soon gush out, forcefully.
Go. NOW. Run.
Grab the fucking buckets! Screw in the hose! Do whatever it takes to capture it.
You need that water.