It comes when we least expect it in the dead of night y while we take our showers. For me, it's like a force that washes over me and forces me to work, and I rather stay in that place forever.

My spirit man only comes to me in odd situations, and I like how this man liberated me from my close-mindedness. I write on my phone again, my notebooks, and I'm not too bent about getting to a desk to write what I have to...letting that inspiration go.

Finding that spark in passages I read is also...like, I wasn't even considering quoting them, let alone writing my own stories from them. When you think like that then anything can be a story, and I think that's a fantastical standpoint. 

In a good way of course.