This time last weekend, I was feeling despondent. Not the wider blue of this post, but the specific blue of having a story deadline coming up and feeling absolutely bereft of ideas and words. Lost in a desert, empty of words, dead of ideas, not a shred of creativity remaining. Not a unique feeling by any means, but still frustrating. Frustrating af, actually. On Tuesday morning, I threw my hands in the air and went to my go-to-for-inspiration book, Neil Gaiman's The View from the Cheap Seats . Indi poses for me. This is a collection of his non-fiction writings - intros, prefaces, speeches and the like - all reflecting in some way on the process of writing, creativity and the writers and writings he admires. For whatever reason, it's a book that I find easy to dip in and out of. It inspired me to write 'The Diamond Taster', one of the stories I'm proudest of in my Falling into the Five Senses anthology (see the full story here ). I browsed and read, a