The Basement Office

I mean the title in a GOOD way.  Really.

This morning was good.

I’ve just experienced a few days (ok, more than a few) where I’ve only managed to write a few hundred words (if any at all).  They’re not bad words, they really look good on the page.  I can’t complain about them.   It’s just that I had to ask, plead, cajole them to the page.  I had to pull them out, yank them from my brain.  The part of me that writes had to transform into a chunky lumpy bouncer in an overstuffed tuxedo and get in there and manhandle those words out of me.

That’s never fun.

This morning the logjam cleared up.  I typed up a nice 1000 word scene and kept going.  I didn’t even have to think, my fingers just moved.  When I dared stop, I took a few minutes to re-read it.  I had time, those words came so fast!  I liked what I read.  The words even sounded good out loud.

It’s an amazing feeling.  I can’t tell you how it feels to anyone else, but for me, it’s a rush of confidence, joy and relief in a big ball of crazy sunshine.  It’s a really smooth scotch mixed with frenetic rock n’roll.

I wanted to write it down because I need to write today.  I need to write my stories, or just a blog entry.  Anything and everything.  Most important however, I wanted to write it down and share it because it’s a feeling I want to hang onto and remember well because the memory will carry me through in a few days when the words stop flowing out and my muse has to turn into a night club bouncer again.