I jolted awake around 4 AM this morning, and not because my cat woke me up to feed him (a normal occurrence) but because I had just had a freakishly detailed dream about the next chapter of my book (not a normal occurrence).
I don't have a bubble map with the title in the middle and different ideas stemming from it, or a chapter - by - chapter outline serving as a roadmap throughout the entire book. I just start writing and see where the story takes me.
"This is easy," yesterday me decided. "I can't believe anyone struggles to write a book." Then I sat at my computer today and started writing again. Except...I couldn't write anything. I couldn't think of a single word to type.
I probably don't know you, reader, in a real-life sense. I've never met you, had a cup of coffee with you, or laughed over pictures of my ridiculously overweight cat with you. But my thoughts and hopes and successes are now yours to peruse.