When I write, I fall into the zone many writers, painters, musicians, athletes, and craftsmen of all sorts seem to share: In doing something I enjoy and am expert at, deliberate thoughts fall aside and it is all just there. I think of the next word no more than the composer thinks of the next note.
Roger Ebert on the joy of writing. I love this thought. I tried to convey the same thing a few weeks ago while thinking about my (much shorter) career as a writer:
The real key is rhythm. When you’re regularly blogging, you get a rhythm going and it keeps going. Content is key, of course, but at times, words can seem to find a flow. It’s almost as if you don’t have to think about what you’re going to write, you just write it.
You should read all 15 of the excerpts from Ebert’s memoir Life Itself, that The Atlantic collected.