In A Nutshell

I'm a writer. And when I say I'm a writer, what I mean is I occasionally go through fits of inspiration and tear through paper (either real or digital) in a mad frenzy to essentially vomit up part of my brain as words, hopefully coherent ones. When inspiration strikes, all of my higher cognitive functions shut down and I become, for all intents and purposes, a drooling primate albeit with a higher words-per-minute count than the average Great Ape.

Me, while writing.

These moments are so rare and so precious, they take precedence over all other things. Occasionally this results in me sitting at my desk all day wearing headphones.... for no reason. 

Or worse, holding the phone for hours on end until someone asks me who I'm talking to and I'm forced to say "...nobody."

"Yes, it appears to be.... no one."

Sadly, as quickly as these moments come, they are gone ever quicker, often leaving me with a half-finished paragraph and a tingling urge to throw my monitor through a plate glass window.