I’ve had one of those bursts of creative ideation where I travel two thousand miles in twenty minutes and then am as exhausted as if I did it by foot.

Two thousand miles. Is that the distance from the mind to a manuscript?

A flash of inspiration. A thoughtful soak in a hot shower. I stepped out with a new direction.

It is only 8 PM and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Creativity is a marathon, and I started training again today.