My sweetheart was in Prauge a few years ago, thinking on a chapter of a novel, or a short story, or some project ricocheting around in his head, and one of our erudite and gifted professors asked him, "So how's that story coming?"
I can see him nodding and pushing up his glasses with one hand. "Great, just great. I think I've got all the major kinks worked out, and there are a couple of really strong scenes. All that's left for me to do is to write it."
She looked at him, stunned, and then laughed.
A lesson that I am learning, and learning as the world requires more words from me and gives me less time to write them in, is that sometimes the writing happens before you hit the page.