Writing is flowing

How is it possible that one day you can't force the words to come ut of you and the next the words pour out of you faster than you can write them down. I am in the process of writing three different books. The words come at me from different directions for each one. Funny thing about it is, that one is kind of a sensual romance, the other a straight outpouring of erotica and the other one is a childrens story that is meant for kids from 4-8 years old. What's up with that??? So I am a slave to the writing. I must write when it tells me to write. I just hope that it stays with me for the next couple of days since my husband and kids will be gone for about 5 days for the holiday. I will be all alone and although I will enjoy the peace and quiet and time to relax I also hope to get stuff done. Like cleaning my house, writing, laundry, writing, cleaning off my back porch and cleaning out closets, and did I mention writing? I hope to finish up Broken Cowboy by the first of the year if possible. Then hopefully get Pleasure Dome 1 squared away. I think the Pleasure Dome series of 4 books will be short novellas, maybe I can get them all in an anthology together or something that way my readers can follow the trials of one family of siblings witht their sexual exploits and fight to keep their thrones. Oh well back to writing.