Ever get on one of those mad writing streaks, where sleep and time and food don't really matter? Those are the best.
I've been on a few where I forget such elixirs of life as fresh coffee and Southern sweet tea exist, but those are the real benders, when it's all I can do to take dictation from the ideas flooding my mind.
The current craziness is a calmer kind, when the story is a puzzle, and though I know what the final picture must be, I spend hours examining the pieces, turning them, shuffling them, fitting them together.
After work Tuesday night, and after a few trivial chores and a call from a friend, I started on the writing. Lots of tea, lots of coffee, and many deleted words later, I realized the sky was looking light.
Even when the digital clock beside the bed ticked over to 6:00 a.m., I still wasn't asleep, but the ideas that came then were for a different story than the one I'd been working on. Great ideas, too.
Figure I'll ride this streak till it dies. It always does, but it's awesome while it lasts.