One of the things that amazes me about the writing process is how it tends to take over. When I’m in a groove the story seems to write itself. Ideas flow from my brain through my hands and onto the page. I hope it continues but know better. I’ve suffered writer’s block in the past and it’s a tormenting experience. The times of excessive creativity are to be enjoyed, but not relied upon. Writing, my writing, ebbs and flows, from feast to famine.
I’d better enjoy the feasting while it lasts.