As you walk away from the stacks, your eye lands on an intriguing title you’ve never heard of and you’ve not been looking for. It turns out to contain all the crucial information.
Just when you’re hitting transition and the book is just not going to come without a surgical intervention, a book that you don’t remembering ordering arrives in the mail, and it happens to have notches in all the right places.
Someone you barely know who doesn’t know what you’re working on makes an irrelevant and passing, but wholly illuminating, comment.
Tossing in bed at 4 AM, suffering deadline insomnia, an organizing thesis forms in your brain.
Research. That’s how it’s done. Like everything else, it’s sheer grace.
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