A writing high

I've found it hard to blog about writing recently when, erm, I haven't actually been doing much writing. This has changed in the last week or so. I've started working on something that's a completely different genre to what I usually write. I've taken myself out of my comfort zone but I'm finding it comfortable. The words are flowing.

I've been setting myself achievable targets of 20 - 30 minutes each day to work on this piece and I find that I nearly always end up writing for longer than that. Last night I had that delicious plunging-into-the-well feeling where you lose track of time and place and the words fly from your fingers. The almost magical feeling of when you read back over your work and you barely remember writing it. The words flow easily and unselfconsciously. The writer's high.

I know I won't always find it easy like this. Recently the tap has felt stiff and rusty, the words have come out in slow, painful drips. The challenge is choosing to write no matter how you feel, no matter how the words flow. But for the moment I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts.