Say What Again!
When I get caught up in the flow of writing, my fingers are flying, my mind is gliding and I feel great. It all pours out like hot butter and is simply brilliant. Except it's not. My pristine paradigm of a paragraph suffers from repetitive, repeating, repetition of clunky words—and in my case, overly ambitious use of alliteration. My brilliant stream of consciousness begins to collapse as I notice the same word popping up over and over again—like so many brilliantly colored bugs. So, brilliant my writing is not, it's downright annoying, brilliantly so. So while I enjoy being in the zone and riding my bombastically brilliance bumper car, I know, at the end of the ride there will be work to do. The real work of writing.