Where do I get my ideas?

People ask me sometimes where I get my ideas.

And my answer’s always the same. Because it’s the honest answer.

There’s a tunnel that comes out of the side of a mountain. And every weekend I abandon my people and go and sit at the mouth of the tunnel.

It’s not large. It’s just spacious enough for someone like myself to stand in it, hunched over.

Not that I would ever do that.

I sit at the mouth of the tunnel and pray. And when the time is right the ideas come.

They’re some of the most wonderful ideas.

Last weekend, the tunnel told me I should write about a man who sits at the mouth of a tunnel, waiting to hear ideas. It told me I should write about it on my blog.