I have a paper due Sunday. My second one for the Organizational Behaviour class I'm taking this semester. The first one was a complete success - got a 100 on it. I have never, ever scored that high on a paper before. I was flabbergasted. Unfortunately I feel like I set way too high a standard because all week I've been struggling with ideas for this paper.
Writer's block is a raw, howling, untamed bitch sometimes. I'll get started on an idea, then it grinds to a stultified impasse as I run headlong into one dead end after another. All week, I've been tossing topics, notes and ideas into the trashcan, which is now resembling some sort of forlorn Think Tank of Misfit Ideas.
Until this morning.
Inspiration is like a bolt from the blue: it hits you at the most unlikely moments, and when it happens to me, I am always awestruck at the human mind's capacity to solve problems without overtly thinking about them and come with the most unlikely of solutions at the most unexpected moments. In this case, it hit me in the shower this morning. (No, I did not drop the soap!)
I stepped out of the shower and told Mrs. Gnu, "Hey, I finally found a topic for my paper!"
Mrs. Gnu: (annoyed at the growing puddle on the carpet under my feet) "Where'd you find it?"
Me: (returning the sarcasm with interest) "In the shower, right where I left it. Oh, and last night I found Jesus. He was behind the couch all this time."
Never tangle with an inspired smartass...
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I thought Jesus was in prison. That's where so many others seem to find him, then of course they lose him again once they get out. I wonder what he's in for...
But yeah, I got the lightning bolt of inspiration once in the shower. Hard. Imagine me racing around the joint wearing naught but soap and a wild expression looking desperately for a pen and something to write on. Good times.
Eureka, indeed!
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