What writers do

It took me a bit to realize that my finely crafted inner clockwork mechanism had sprung. After an exhaustive search I remembered where I had put the key, which I then immediately employed. I was unsure how tight to wind it for fear it would break after sitting unattended for months. I wound the key twice, and it seemed to be working well after a little disuse. I wound it a bit more and chattered about merrily for a short while. I'm getting the hang of this again. A few turns each day should once again have my machine working flawlessly.

Twinkle in my eye: Check
Lilt in my voice: Check
Spring in my step: Check
Calculating brain: Check

This was brought to my attention today. *smile* Perfect.
voluptuary: a person devoted to luxury and the gratification of sensual appetites.