F-Spot

You know when you're starting to write and you try so hard to put even the slightest sense into it? Then after every five minutes in a span of four hours you stare at the fragments you've made, check Facebook, go back to Word, delete a line or two, Facebook, hit space, Facebook, hit backspace, Facebook (as if something monumental's going to change), then suddenly, an idea comes to you and it all starts to make sense again and now your fingers can't seem to slow down? That, for me, is orgasm.

Okay now back to Facebook.