At its best the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you but only if you look for it. You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain and then – and only then – it is handed to you. From the corner of yur eye you can see motion. Something is moving the air and headed your way.
from the Writing Life by Annie Dillard (p75)
Grits and Grains 