There’s a certain kind of feeling you can get during writing. A little tingle of excitement in the gut. It comes from when you realize that this piece goes there.
I had a sliver of that this morning. A character I didn’t know existed just came into view. I know nothing about him save he’s a busybody and that in the end, he finds himself thwarted, as he isn’t a good guy.
The hows and the whys elude, but it feels good to work. Even if it is on something minor.