Sometimes writing feels more like wrestling.
You get some inspiration and let it roll around your head, an idea comes and you grab it by the horns and force it on to the page. Then maybe you’re in control for a while, and it comes flowing out almost easily, in fact you’re quite enjoying it now, watching as it takes a life of its own and surprises you. You care about these characters! They become more and more three dimensional as you tap away at the keys or scribble on your notebook.
Yeah, this is good. Is this actually good? Oh my God, it is, isn’t it?
Then bam! The honeymoon is over.
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