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Originally Posted by Crowbob
I know that when I get the urge, it's all or nothing. No sleep, no food, no nothing. Time goes by unnoticed. There is joy, elation almost. Then it stops just as suddenly. I've looked at some of my paintings and have not a clue how I did them. Sort of scary, really.
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I get this. I write prose and music, and it always starts with a sentence or a music riff. Sometimes the fragments fester for months (even years), but then it all happens comes out at once.
I can read or hear stuff I wrote/recorded 40 years ago and barely even remember where it came from. Some sounds better with time, but most . . . well, there's always the next time.