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.