Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page.
— Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Creativity is a form of superhuman magic that

Creativity is a form of superhuman magic that transforms the ordinary, mundane or merely functional into something more dynamic, fun, spirited, sensory, useful and beautiful. It is the result of a ginormous human imagination coalescing with dirty stubborn, real world problems in order to give birth to something mind-blowing distinctive, original and godlike.
— Howard Collinge, Beautiful Economics: How art, design, beauty & Unicorns will save the universe

The words of his various writing instructors and

The words of his various writing instructors and professional mentors over the years came back to him at times like these, and he found a new understanding in their advice: Writing is rewriting. The rough draft is just that. You can?t polish what you haven?t written.

Things that made for a normal life?like a daily routine that followed the sun?took a back seat to times like these, and he exulted in that change because it served as proof that his writing was indeed the most important thing in his life. It wasn?t a conscious choice on his part, like deciding to repaint the bathroom or go buy the groceries, but an overarching reallocation of his existence that was as undeniable as breathing. Day turned into night, breakfast turned into dinner, and the laptop or the writing tablet beckoned even when he was asleep.

He would often awake with a new idea?as if he?d merely been on a break and not unconscious?and he would see the empty seat before the desk not as his station in some pointless assembly line, but as the pilot?s seat in a ship that could go anywhere.
— Vincent H. O’Neil, Death Troupe

The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently,

The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up.
— E.B. White, The Elements of Style