Ars Gratia Artis

So the story I just wrote wasn't really thought out at all. I sort of just got into a grove and everything sort of flowed out of me? I'm not quite sure how to talk (write) about it. It's just a very good feeling when I've accomplished a piece, or a portion of a piece that's gone in a completely different direction than I first imagined it would go. I'm intrigued as to how this all works. I find it fascinating not only that I can create something using only my words and varying degrees of diction and syntax but also that they can move in intricate and unique directions that I don't anticipate, but there they are. I should look more into this. Well, in short, I love writing for writing sake.