Fiction: Lightning from the well of the Universe

I've been writing nothing but non-fiction articles for the longest time.  This is fine; I'm finding new places to write, making a little bit of money, learning lots of new things.  But I do miss writing fiction; it's just not the same.  Yesterday I took out my newest short story, one I started back in May and haven't looked at since.  I got absorbed in it and now I want to know what's going to happen next.  Writing for me is very much like reading, which is one of the reasons I enjoy it: I don't know what's going to happen, and I have to keep writing to find out.  In one story I wrote, the poor protagonist was stuck in a horrible life-or-death situation and I had no idea how he was going to get out of it.  I puzzled and puzzled, but kept drawing blanks.  Then one day I was driving the car and suddenly I saw an image of what happened.  I was stunned.  I said aloud, (yes, I talk to myself.  A lot.) OH MY GOD!  Is THAT what happens??!!  I was so excited.  I don't make this stuff up.  I honestly don't know where it comes from, maybe some deep well in the center of the Universe that we somehow tap into if we allow ourselves to open to it.  I see images, and then I describe them.  The hard work is finding exactly the right words to accurately describe the images, to clearly communicate what I see.  I want to finish this new story and submit it for the September Accentuate Writers contest.  I have some time, but we're going away for two weeks on Saturday, and who knows?  I might get stuck again and have to wait for lightning to strike.