THE BREATH OF INSPIRATION 


For years I banged my head against the proverbial and sometimes literal brick wall, waiting on inspiration. On the days it didn't visit, I fell into drink, and despair. And, as I had read of suffering for one's art, I foolishly convinced myself this torture was all part of the creative process. I understood only one meaning of inspiration: 

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