Occasionally I encounter a situation where I do not quite know how a scene should go. I feel a stupor come over me. I continue to perform routine activities (I can even continue writing other scenes, or a blog post), but I feel that a part of me is busy elsewhere, busy in a place that I cannot consciously reach, a place deep inside my head. The sensation feels rather odd. Sporadically, little ideas come to the surface of my consciousness like bubbles bursting from a mud pot. Eventually, a fully formed scene emerges, as did Athena when she burst forth from the forehead of Zeus. I am waiting for that moment now. The experience will be spectacular.
