I retired from my career as a civil servant recently. Finally, I was able to begin the novel that had been taking shape in my mind for years.
The first chapter was a real struggle, I nearly gave up.
The second chapter was a different kettle of fish, even though there were no kettles or fish involved, it just flowed, like somebody was dictating the whole thing to me.
I finished the third chapter late last night.
Today, I fired up my computer and the fourth chapter was finished! But I didn't write it, and I live on my own...