Sometimes writing looks a lot like someone staring at the wall.
She’s staring at the wall. Or maybe out the window.
It doesn’t look like work.
It looks like doing nothing.
It maybe even looks like a waste of time.
But that’s the creative work. Right there. The staring. What you can’t see is the fuse lit inside, sizzling its way toward the fireworks.
And when those fireworks explode? Look out notebook. Here come the words.