I am having an outburst of writing energy lately. Poured into a screenplay about a Saudi Girl in the United States. Everyday I wakeup wondering what will happen to her. I keep feeling restless until the time I can sit down and actually find out. When I'm with her, I feel at home. Happy. And Likeable. Its like we have mutual feelings for each other.
My writing process used to follow a certain pattern. For example, I would need an hour until I get a nice flow of thought/writing (if any). I would need the room to be empty, with no one in sight (even if muted). And surely, I would need nothing to be marked on my schedule (even at a remote hour).
This time its different. I open my laptop anytime anywhere and tic-ttic-tic-tic. If something comes up, or my time is up, I simply click the laptop shut. No sadness. No regretts Just the knowing that soon enough I'll continue. I have even been able to do multiple tasks at once!
One thing, however, remains consistent with my usual writing mood. The days when I am most creative, I tend to neglect myself physically. My hair remains uncombed. Eyeliner smeared. Body sugaring behind schedule (you don't want that from a middle Eastern girl, trust me :P) My clothes loose fitted and unmatching. As if negligence matches me to the earth, forcing me to touch it with my own hands.
I don't recall writing creatively with make-up on. Not ever.
And I wonder if other writers feel that way...