Life happens. Things at work got a little busy. I elected to stop posting things online for a few weeks. Today I started thinking about the defining moment that started it all. It happened about a decade ago. Inspiration struck. I wrote most of a book in one massive writing session. Inspiration fueled a degree of singled minded purpose that was all consuming. That feeling was intoxicating. It was almost self-sustaining. However, it was fleeting. That is the cruelest reality about inspiration. You have to capture it when it occurs. Seizing inspiration the moment it occurs remains a defining act. We have to make the most out of each and every day.