It usually begins with something written down longhand. I take it up to my computer, apply a little blind faith and just begin in-putting what’s written on the page. Then something clicks and I’m expanding those ideas without actually thinking. Something else has taken over. The consciousness that surrounds my body and magically connects instinct with a huge stream of words. In that connection, there is no more Self. Just the words flowing out of my hands. And when it stops — usually all by itself— I regain my consciousness, look at what’s written on the screen and wonder how it got there.
When the zone takes over, I have no memory of having written those words. And when I discover that they’re good, I just grin. And grin.
