Some of my more popular posts have centered on the tumultuous struggle between discipline, inspiration and procrastination. It seems I never run out of ideas on the topic of running out of ideas.
Bad moods dissolve in time, they always do, but when allowed to fester, they devour the present, drain joy from the moment, and spread like an airborne virus.
Originally posted on Solsbury Hill:
How does the first line of your manuscript stack up? Happy with it? Have you rewritten it so many times you’ve forgotten what your novel is about? Or conversely, did you come up with an opener so fantastic you rewrote your manuscript to make it fit? If any of this…