You know that delicious feeling when everything in the cosmos has come together? You read/watched/thought of something that catches your fancy, and suddenly the planets align in such a way that you slide easily into that writing groove? It’s an out of body experience. It’s magic. I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens’ “Greetings from Michigan-The Great Lakes State” album, my son fell asleep at my feet, and I just wrote 2200 words of a short story. This experience has an ephemeral feel to it. If I touch it, it’ll be gone.