But then, one day, you're reading along on something completely unrelated, some tidbit to do with your almost completed manuscript instead of the one you've tentatively started to write from a very tentative outline, and your mind presents you with a diamond key on a golden platter. "Here, this is what you've been looking for," it says. You stare at the key, reach a hesitant hand forward, touch it, pick it up, turn it over, all the while comparing it to your story, trying not to get too hopeful that it is indeed what you've been aching for.
But it is. And your whole life illuminates with the sunrise of discovery and you stand in awe of your own mind.
And then you write.