I have had a hard time in my life with writing. As a child and a teen, all I knew how to do was structured writing for school. It was boring when it wasn't stupidly stressful if I messed up, which I often did. I hated it. Then I discovered that I could say screw you to that type of writing and write fiction like the stuff I read to escape. I wanted to do it so badly, yet I struggled with it going months, sometimes even years without writing anything.

Something has changed over the last two weeks. I've been able to churn out a many thousand words of work on chapters of several of my stories.

I'm not manic. I've been manic, and I've written when I was manic to the exclusion of everything else feeling like I was invincible and I could write everything. I had one week back in November of 2013 at the top of a cycle where I spewed forth over 80k words on a single story. I did this to the exclusion of almost everything else. I wasn't taking care of myself and I was barely scraping by at work. The writing was mostly garbage that I'm going to have to rewrite, but I did it. This is not what's going on right now.

I'm getting things written and it's not that hard. I'm not struggling like I used to.

I don't want to look the gift horse in the mouth, but can someone please tell me why?

This is weird.