Do you sometimes get this whoosh of ideas? An onrush, a wave, an ascending flock. Words making patterns in your mind like a murmuration of starlings, slipping across a pale sky. Do you daydream on and on, stories taking shape and then dissolving, scattering, coming back together as though guided by some internal force of nature that cannot be defied? Are you one with the starlings or do you watch from below. Are you in it, part of it, catching a vibe? Does the story exist in your mind, bright as...