'I write only when inspiration strikes,' he replied. 'Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.'
That's a pro... by performing the mundane physical act of sitting down and starting to work, he set in motion a mysterious but infallible sequence of events that would produce inspiration, as surely as if the goddess had synchronized her watch with his. He knew if he built it, she would come."
- The War of Art, p. 64 by Steven Pressfield
Now, Ryan and Bobby, if you get your albums out, I'll finish my books. Deal?