Writing is always a
strange experience. Sometimes it is an incredibly hard experience, but then
there is what I call ‘the groove’.
The groove is a
strange spot that I—and I’m sure a lot of other writers—have where the words
just start to flow. A slow steady novel suddenly becomes something you can
barely type fast enough to get out. It’s an amazing experience and a wondrous
thing, at least if the words that flow out of the groove are good.
I experienced a bit
of that groove today and it was the first time in a good while. I haven’t been
as prolific as I would like to be as of late, but I think I might finally be
turning the corner and getting some words out. And the more time I can spend in
the groove, the more likely that is to happen.