Sometimes you write and the words flow like butterscotch. They stick to the page, sweet and bright
|Butterscotch Candy Thanks to Wikimedia|
And sometimes the words are like gum globbed to the sole of your shoe and each step forward through the story is a tacky reminder of the mess you’ve made. And you’ve got to scrape them free and try to turn them into a something palatable—an impossible task given what you’re working with. You've got to throw most of them out and begin again.
And you do begin again. Because you know the only way to find those elusive sweet butterscotch words is to keep writing, keep writing, keep writing.
'Til Next Time