Ever have one of those writing days where each word is torture? Sheer, pure, agony? I had one last night. I mean, every word was hard fought and excruciating. So, I finally decided I had had all I could take and went to bed with the thought that it would be better to re-start that scene from scratch on another day.
Guess what? Today, in the cold light of dawn, I got a chance to look at the words that were dragged out of me and shock me– they were pretty good. Not stellar but good nonetheless. I am not going to have to trash the lot of them. A little tweaking and I’m moving on to the next scene. Whew (she wipes brow in relief).