My writing process

Writing, for me, is like a visiting a crowded amusement park, long slow waits in line followed by short bursts of excitement. Communication through the written word frustrates me. I fear that miscommunication follows where I write. I sit before the computer in befuddlement waiting for that elusive flash of inspiration. It comes and I type furiously for a while before returning to that lathergic state of before. I work best with noise surrounding me. When all is silent I feel caged. I edit as I go constantly reworking what I write. As my frustration ebbs I know that I am approaching an end-point.