Inspiration is strange.
It makes itself scarce when you pursue it most desperately and pops up when you aren't expecting it. It also appears in a variety of forms, some of which are less than classic. Every year for seven years, I had applied for the Air Force Institute of Technology program that sends people back to college for a Master's Degree. After I was transferred off an aircrew into maintenance, my application was approved. I was notified that I would be sent back to college in the fall of 1965, with full pay and allowances, and all expenses paid, provided the Air Force could find a college that would accept me.