Like from a rare steak. I don’t understand the mindset that gets this thing going or stopping. It is like people living downstream of a dam who don’t hear the warning and drown in glee. Maybe the dammed-up creative waters will be released by unknown forces.
I know there is no point worrying about this despite Vonnegut. Oh, but he did not strike me as a worrying type.
Today I had to leave my writing table reluctantly because words were flowing easily. I am out now writing on my phone, which is not good for my eyes.
But thanks to whoever runs the dam for opening the sluices.