I just found it lying in the road, like money

[desperance]

So I went out shopping for beer and chocolate, in anticipation of teenagers, and I swear, I was not even thinking about the book I'm writing; but I was struck suddenly by a blinding revelation that actually makes sense out of the soup.

I do not know how this happens. I guess there must be some deep part of my subconscious that's always, always thrumming on the current project like a continuo, keeping it live, and it's so low-down I don't even notice until it suddenly breaks out - yes, like a continuo, like a thorough-bass - into a figure that illuminates all that lies above. Or something.

*is bewildered by own process*

*but grateful*

*gets to keep the soup*