The first thing I do upon waking these days is launch Birdhouse on the iPhone and write tweets. I face the blank page with complete trust in the Creative Source. Being still, waiting for ideas to emerge and transcribing them is a cycle of contemplative prayer.
Where do ideas come from? In one sense, they can be viewed as emergent manifestations of the brain. But beyond the dance of neurons there is a greater mystery. I call her my Muse.
If the idea is appealing to you, please give it a try and let me know how it goes.