There is something strange about the way ideas take shape in the mind. Sometimes, it’s fun to play at facing the problem of the blank screen, the blinking cursor, and the text yet to be written. Then, one realizes the following: the idea does not spring forth when the mind is active, when it imagines phrases and themes, and reflects on what it will write. If the mind intensifies its thinking, it eventually exhausts itself, but the idea does not come. However, if the mind allows itself a moment of pause, sometimes when lighting a cigarette or pouring a cup of coffee, which interrupts the thought and creates a void, a momentary inertia, it is in this very moment that the idea springs forth, leaving the writer with the task of shaping it and writing it down.