I'm not one of those writers who loves to tell stories. That would be too easy. Without naming names (e.g. I am too lazy to go look up the sources), I can relate to the guy who said that writing is like opening up a vein. Or the woman (Jane Yolen, maybe? Katherine Paterson?) who said that writing comes out one word at a time, as a spider draws her web out of her own body.
So you can imagine the thrill when something (thank God!) comes easily - that moment of epiphany when you realize what's missing, why your character's final conclusions just aren't clicking, and what will make it all better. It's even nicer when it happens just before you can actually do something about it.
It's Tuesday night, and tomorrow is writing day. So I'm off to see if I can coax my brain into a little subconscious multi-tasking.