My favorite sentence of the week: "Some days, I see camels everywhere."
My high school friend Julia Tanner plays with the Nashville Symphony Orchestra. They're currently recording (I'm taking a wild guess here) Christmas music.
Oh, wait, there was another sentence I love that I read last night in the 25 January New Yorker: "I thought a lot about memorable odors recently, during a trip to Kansas City, where I grew up, because my sister, whose name is Anne, suggested that we visit a few places we remembered from our childhood, to find out whether they still smelled the same." David Owen, "The Dime Store Floor"
Not only do I totally admire the comma usage in that sentence, but I adore David Owen's sister. I have a lot of thoughts in my head, many of which I admire greatly, but I never ever ever would have originated Anne's suggestion. Fabulous, isn't it?
So there you have two of the essential building blocks for writing, and also life: the adroit use of commas and a bit of surprise.