That part when you write your first draft and it feels rough and bumpy and not quite right, and then somewhere something clicks and you smile because you feel it and your fingers feel it and they don’t want to stop because you’ve found your rhythm and the words are there, available to you, flowing freely and fast, and so you type even faster, unwilling to let go of this new magic you’ve captured…

…and then the baby wakes up and cries and calls your name.