Some days while other, more regimented writers are pounding away at their keyboards, I don’t write. On a computer. All writing is not created equal. All writing is not done on a keyboard. While my more structured and dedicated writer friends are pounding away in the early morning hours, I lie in bed and stare at the blank screen of my ceiling, to play what my protagonist did yesterday. The scene is way out of character. I toss some clumps of creative mud at the ceiling, and one idea sticks. I take my morning walk and run into a neighbor who relates a funny incident she experienced over the Holidays. With a little tweaking I know it will work in my present novel. I receive a letter from a friend bringing me up to date on her cancer treatment and feel the frustratingly helpless pain of watching someone you care for suffer. My emotions can be conveyed to words that can give authenticity to the feelings of a character in a similar predicament. I go to pour my morning coffee and the hot liquid splashes on my hand, causing me to lose my grip on my favorite mug. It shatters on the tile floor. As I reach for the paper towels, I slip on the spill…and as I lay on the floor (uninjured, but inspired), I look at the (projector screen on my) ceiling and I see myself calling 911. I arrive in the emergency room, where, surprise! the resident physician is my high school heartthrob. Of course I am divorced and he is a widower and… A day without writing doesn’t necessarily have to be a day without pages. On my “pageless” days I immerse myself in the moment with a pad and pencil on my nightstand, the mini-recorder in my glove box, and the “Memo” app on my cell. New writers sometimes ask where I get my ideas. Life is good.