If you ever catch me staring quietly into space when shit hits the fan – when it seems as though I should be furiously typing, sweating profusely and throwing back coffee by the litre – recall this quotation by John D. Cook and breathe a sigh of relief:
The romantic image of an über-programmer is someone who fires up Emacs, types like a machine gun, and delivers a flawless final product from scratch. A more accurate image would be someone who stares quietly into space for a few minutes and then says “Hmm. I think I’ve seen something like this before.”
Happens to me on a regular basis. Well not the emacs situation but the staring and light bulb one… Sometimes followed by eureka moment thankfully… :)