. . . seemed to open yesterday afternoon, not long after I posted the blog entry about my current frustration with the words not flowing. Well, they flowed yesterday afternoon. I don't know why. I'm not even going to try and figure out why. I'm just thankful that the floodgates opened.
Picture it: me in front of the computer, fingers poised over the keyboard, and my brow furrowed in thought. I begin to type - clickity clack, clickity clack, clackity click. CRAP. I just wrote a load of crapola!!! Delete! Delete! Delete! My brow is furrowed even deeper now. I begin to type again - clickity clack, clickity clack, clackity click. CRAP. I just wrote another load of crapola!!! Third time's the charm. I begin to write about my frustration with not writing and - voila! - I write the blog entry from yesterday afternoon. Okay, so it was not the ultimate work of fiction, but it was writing. I'm a semi-happy camper. Still, the urge to write is upon me. I stare at the computer screen. My brain is in a fever. The words are there. They just need a good hard shove to burst forth into brilliance. A title pops into my mind. I just love it when that happens. I type out the title. I begin to write - clickity clack, clickity clack, clackity click at a fevered pace. Whoo-Hoo!!! Brilliance in motion. It's my world, people, and if I want to semi-delude my self with allusions of brilliance, I'm allowed. The words flowed easily. I was snark in motion. The tone was absolutely great. I'm not sure I can maintain that snarky tone throughout the entire work of fiction, but I'll give it my best shot.
At the end of all the clickity clacking, I was happy. I was satisfied. I was . . . satiated!!!! Give me a cigarette, people. Okay, kidding on that part, I don't smoke, but the feeling was that GOOD!
So, I have the idea for the next great work of fiction. I'll follow the idea, the words, to wherever it/they lead me. Writing is a journey, and one I'm happy to go on whenever I can.