One of the more difficult things of writing a novel is creating its cover.
Telling a story is easy. Granted, telling a story that captivates the audience and keeps them reading and enjoying what they read is a lot more difficult. Still, plotbunnies are always incessantly multiplying in my head. I can’t help it. I look at something and pop, there goes another bunny. It’s harder not to be creating stories all the time.
Writing them down is a little harder. It’s more like closing your eyes, putting your hands on the keyboard, opening your eyes again because you’ve forgotten to start the writing-software (I’m using Scrivener almost exclusively now, even though I’d rather use Writemonkey’s distraction-free modus), then close them again. And let your fingers go. Just type. Anything. That’s actually what the NaNoWriMo is all about, but you can do it in any month you like. I just write. Often I don’t know what I’m writing until I see it on the screen. Usually (if my eyes are open) that means that I frown a the text and wonder what twisted mind has come up with that one.