Inspiration is a shy Muse. You reach out to see if you two can meet but wait for a call that never comes. Inspiration can remain hidden from you behind a tree, asleep, inattentive, aloof. She can disappear for weeks without a word. Many of us lament our sorry self then. ‘Poor me, no inspiration today, or tomorrow, or any days as I simply have no ideas. I never have new ideas. I am empty. My mind is a waste land.’ Then you go about your work at the bench and become deeply engrossed in a project. Perhaps it involves four table legs to be shaped and sanded and readied for gluing. This is repetitive work. Once your movements are in place you go about them with some measure of skill and then of speed. Your mind is untethered and wanders off on its own to search out things while