The Creative Vortex

Creative spiral?  Creative vortex!  Today I feel as if my brain was going down the plughole.  Sitting at the screen for hours, working out what I really want to say.  Writing the first draft was the easy bit:  this is obviously the equivalent of teenage years for my book.  It refuses to do what I want, and seems to have a mind of its own.  But at times I am stunned by the sheer fluency of what I have written, the beauty of the similes and brilliance of the metaphors employed.  Can I really have produced this?  Perhaps, as Robert Graves might say, it is the Mythic speaking through me.... The really appropriate metaphor for my mind is one of those coin whirlers that collect money for charity:  everything is spiralling round and around , but hopefully soon the penny will drop!