The following is not meant to be instructive. It is, rather, reflective. It's a little after three in the morning as I write this. These moments best define my writing as a solitary pursuit. Inspiration may come from a variety of sources, but when it comes to choosing the words, to crafting the sentences, to drawing the scenes and characters, writing for me ceases to be a team sport. Instruction on how to write has always struck me as having limited utility. I avoid writing seminars and books about writing primarily because my few encounters with them have been empty affairs. "That's not how I write," has been my customary reaction, so I return to writing alone. And while an entire life of words from countless sources is always knocking around in my head, at three in the morning the words are only mine. They come from me and sustain me in a way that no one else's words can.