I remember once meeting someone who had been the teacher of a famously brilliant contemporary novelist and him remarking that the novelist as a student had "no brains at all". Most writers know to trust this, not to question it, just to go with it and see where it leads. You start something because an image, a character, a moment, a scene moves almost of its own accord into rhythm. With writing, thinking is often the enemy of rhythm.
For example, if I hit my first serve in and then think I would like to do that again, but harder, the result is often a dire double fault. I am so used to thinking, I keep feeling that thinking will get me somewhere. I love the feeling that there is a stroke dictated by pure deliberate instinct. I know this from playing tennis, where thinking can cause the most foolish mistake and yet not thinking can make the game slack.
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