There is a moment when the universe aligns, and the words flow from your fingertips like a river of molten honey, spicy and golden and roaring out to possess the vacant pages.
You can't control it, you can't change it - there isn't even a desire to. You are merely the channel through which it flows, and you experience the thunder and the joy and the pain as something unique emerges from you.
This is the flow state. This is the white moment.
Dal was kind enough to ask me to contribute an entry to his blog, discussing my own too-infrequent encounters with this white flow. I encourage you to hop on over there and check it out, then check out some of the other entries there.
While you’re at it, if you’re in the mood for a good chuckle or three, you might want to check out the sci-fi/fantasy humor anthology Strange Worlds of Lunacy. Dal’s one of the contributors, with a fun fantasy/western mashup called “Billy Steadman, the Dragon, and the Virgin Bride.”
Oh, and check out Dal’s other blog, too.