I stand in place and shiver for a moment.
Then I sit down, lean in, and begin rubbing two ideas together.
The ideas begin to warm.
I begin to warm.
And as I rub furiously,
The paper catches aflame with the pinpoint focus of a magnifying lens.
I don’t have time to bask in the glow of my creative fire.
I have to constantly stoke it,
I have to feed it more ideas, for like a human baby, it is always hungry.
And it can always run cold.
At every moment, I have a decision to make:
Or let it cool?
Anything can cause the flame to die.
Anything can cause the fire to temporarily burn out.
But anything can cause it to reignite –
As long as I can be open to it.