Hurry Up and Wait (Or, Writing and Me)

About writing, from a writer.

Sometimes it's a sheer, overwhelming rush of words onto the page. Sometimes a scene is screaming through your head and you just have to get it down as fast as possible or lose every single ounce of it.

Other times...

The words trickle from brain to hand to computer screen, the cursor moving lazily on. It is there, but there are obstructions, and you worry endlessly over what words to put down on the page. Will they be the right ones? Did you spell that one term correctly? You've looked at it a lot as you type on but it just doesn't seem right, so maybe it's better to check again.

Does that word mean what you think it means?

Do mouths even do that thing? It's such a hyper specific little motion that you don't even think so, but it makes more sense to keep it in than to take it out again.

Delete, delete, delete.

Then, after a brief trip to the kitchen for some water, you start again.

This time you'll get there.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

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[Samuel Dickens]

And so it goes with some doubts, but it must go, nonetheless. If only all creative endeavors would come off like water down a roof.