There are moments in writing when the words come too easily. Not because the scene is simple, but because something within you has already lived it. The character moves, speaks, grieves, rejoices, and somehow your hands know what to do. You’re not inventing. You’re revealing. It’s as if your mind had already gone ahead, scouted the emotional terrain, and laid out the bones before you even arrived. I don’t talk much about this unseen intuition,…