The thing about writing is that it's hard to turn it off. I try, lord knows I try but sometimes I just can't do it. On those long, long nights, because that's almost always when my involuntary writing happens, I lie motionless. Anyone would think I'm asleep but in my mind there is a torrent of words.
Sometimes I plot. I work out all those knarly plot kinks that have been bothering me. Everything magically connects in a symbiotic fashion at 4:00 in the morning. The only problem is that at 7:00 when the alarm goes off it's all gone and I'm left chasing the shadows of all that perfection.