Strange Happenings

I don't think anything quite like this has come over me before. Just before 5:00 this afternoon, as I was laying on the floor of my study reading a story by Alice Munro, an idea for a story came to me. I got up, went to the computer and ended up writing a good portion of the story -- opening, compelling event, and end -- in one sitting. There's still plenty more to do, but I feel like I have written something that has shape, passion and truth.
That last is what is strangest for me in my writing. This story makes sense in terms of the writing I have been doing in my various blogs over the past couple of months. It expresses thoughts and feelings and desires I have had.
Wow.