A good friend is on African safari and she sent me this photo today — taken with her iPhone for crying out loud — with the caption: This male lion was exhausted after killing a giraffe.
Sometimes this is what writing feels like. It could be you’ve churned out a few hundred pages of your first or fifth draft and then, finally, crash from the purge. More often, however, it’s something shorter that gives us fits: the once-perfect chapter that no longer makes a lick of sense; the short story that started out screaming with promise, going suddenly … nowhere; that one f-ing section of dialogue that has to be wrestled to the ground.
1) It’s totally worth it when you get to feeling like that lion.
2) Time to plan my safari.