Let me say it aloud: I am uninspired.

My mind is like television. It has its own hundreds of channels, and I’m the person who clicks the remote robotically. Here starts a Spanish soap opera, then goes to a Geico commercial. No rhythm. Then my thumb presses the button and I land on TLC. Then to the Discovery channel and to golf. Still, no rhythm.

This is how I work when I’m uninspired.