Yesterday my words violently rose up and attempted a coup. I spent three hours fighting them, wrestling them back into the shape that I had planned for them before I came to a realization:
While a plan is nice, the goal should be that the words gain a life of their own.
So, I stopped wrestling them and managed to catch up on my day’s word count. Much to my surprise, I’m very excited by the way it’s turning out. Soon I’ll be able to pat it on the bum and set it free on the world.
How is yours going? You keeping up? Any adventures in pain or lessons learned? Share with us.