You may not know what that is, but you've probably experienced it. It's what I call that state of mind I get in when everything is clicking. The writing engine is firing on all cylinders. Pages are flying from my fingertips and appearing on the screen.

I don't know what triggers this state of almost euphoric creation. It doesn't always make itself known. Often the pages and paragraphs and sentences and words have to be dragged from dark hiding places, which is no surprise to me. Writing is struggle at times. Maybe even most of the time. That's probably a reality fueled by the inner critic. A refusal to believe that anything is good enough.

So when I find myself in that magic groove, man, I ride it. And I don't look back.