why are buses inspiring?
It was a trying weekend for writing. Friday night was especially difficult as I had to leave a party, find a room, and crank out my required words for the day. Most of what I wrote was filler words. I used the word "maybe" and "probably" at the start of nearly every sentence. Clearly, this was inspired writing.
Saturday I rode a bus for about an hour and inspiration flooded my small brain. As soon as I sat down I had all these ideas. Why do buses have this effect on me? I'm worried I'll have to ride buses on the weekends for hours at a time to get stories finished. This could get costly if I'm on the city bus, but I found a better way to go: the free casino bus. Better seats and less people. I wish inspiration would strike every time I sit down on the living room couch instead...









