After a satisfying session of reading and notating, I had to jump in the shower. Wouldn't you know it? As so often happens, inspiration hit in the shower. A new, crystal clear opening paragraph that brought the whole mess into focus. Grabbed my bathrobe, jogged out of the bathroom and down the stairs to catch the fire in words. Typed it up, printed it out, and tucked it in my bag to bring to my writing partner that day.
The end? Not quite. Walking the 15 blocks or so to the coffee shop, a steady rain falling, and BAM! The next chunk of text crystallizes in my head, with a nice, fresh emerging metaphor that launches me where I want to go. So I stop in the middle of the sidewalk in the pouring rain, grab what shelter I can from a nearby tree, and scribble down that second chunk.
Still not done. I get to the coffee shop a bit early, grab a seat, and start scribbling more. More! More! After great feedback from my writing partner, I ran with the new stuff when I got back home. Suddenly, I've gone from stalled and stagnant and how-will-this-piece-of-&(*%&^-ever-work to jazzed, excited, clarity, fresh and vivid language fun awesomeness!
I'm an aquarius, and, while I don't normally put much stock in the zodiac, it certainly seems like there's something to this water sign thing. Clearly, inspiration strikes me with the droplets. How about you?