Most of my inspiration strikes while I’m on the move, or looking at something else in motion.
I might be on a trek through the woods or an adventure–and occasionally a near-international incident–on the other side of the world.
I might hear a song on the radio while travelling–or while stalled in traffic–and be hurled into a Tralfamadorian tailspin, on the move through time and space.
The flash of a deer’s tail or a rabbit on the run might take me somewhere else entirely.