At the first I am very prolific, gifted even. I read more in a year, than many will read in a lifetime. I’m never without a book and I read everything, literature to erotica. Reading is like breathing for me.
Then there’s writing. With writing I struggle. I procrastinate, avoid, angst, avoid more, get distracted by a dozen other things -over and over until one day I sit down and it all comes pouring out. I have literally sat down and written 50,000 words in a weekend. Not making any claims as to the quality of the writing – but I literally go from nothing to everything.
I live for those days, but unfortunately I haven’t quite figured out what triggers them. I have theories about words percolating in my brain, and stories building up over time until they have to burst out, but I never know just what will turn on the word flow.
I somehow need to learn how to get out of my own way.