Somehow, we do it - and we love what we do. Our methods vary. Because I still consider it something of a riddle, I wanted to try and describe what happens during those creative times when the writing is done - at least how it's done for For Better or For Worse. On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes.
Time stands still.
For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come. There is a small sunroom off our bedroom that overlooks a thick stand of birch trees. In this room, I keep a beach chair, an old carved table, some plants, a telephone, and a large wooden flamingo. It is here that I go to await inspiration. Like starting an old chain saw that's hard to start, you often have to apply every trick of the trade before work can begin.