There is a word I love in the English language, and that word is serendipity. That word means an unexpected discovery or finding something different than what you were expecting. There exists book serendipity, and there also exists writing serendipity. And the latter makes writing frighteningly beautiful. Book serendipity is finding a book you need at the library while picking up another one. Writing serendipity, though, is writing something you otherwise wouldn't have because you sat down and wrote at a specific moment. Writing serendipity is real, and it’s uncanny. You should see it as a jealous God, something to be awe-struck by and also afraid of.