Clambering into the slightly desolate plasma center wracked with both impatience and anxiety, I decided to think about a few things that have long since eluded my mind. After taking my place in a slightly uncomfortable chair I took out my little book of ideas and flipped to the one page that was the bane of my writing career; and that little thing is the wonderful concept of inspiration. Inspiration, you may wonder, is the number one drug most writers seek to add the needed boost to get off their asses to the dreaded blank page and jot down whatever the hell the muse whispers into their ears. Reality check my friend, inspiration is an illusion. Period. No exceptions. Sure there are a few moments when a little bulb goes off in your head and you come up with a few gems that may help you along the way but inspiration is the number one hitman of all creative productivity. If you rely on inspiration alone you will be waiting endless days for that dammed bulb to write again which could take anywhere from days to even, oh no, years! Trick is this: if you ever want to have a career as a well respected writer write on either what you know at random or write what you would like to read yourself. Why? Simple, if you write something you know you can go on and on about your subject with no stops or hints of procrastination because, stating the obvious, it is what interests you as a writer that keeps you locked on the page and hence if it is something you love to read others will probably have the same taste in literature as you. Another little factoid I would like to put in here is that if you need inspiration and do not heed my advice, either throw away all your pens and papers then go for a long ass walk (you would be surprised at some of the things that catch your muse off guard)and on a final note best of luck in all you do, my writing friend.