I was having the worst day at work. Every customer was in a bad mood, I kept getting orders wrong, I dropped a plate; it was just one of those what can go wrong will kind of days.
And then, it happened. I was leaning down to pick up a napkin when it hit me. See, there's this plot point that I had been unclear on ever since I started my MS, 75 thousand words ago. Well, there were a lot of unclear points when I started. But as I progressed they worked themselves out, except this one. And as I got closer to the scene where this unclear point came into play I started dragging my feet. What flowed before came in fits and spurts. I despaired!
And when I bent down to pick up that napkin, the answer appeared in my brain, fully formed. Out of no where, it came to me. It was a glorious moment, it really was.
If had to go through all the drama of that shift just for that one moment, then it was all worth it!
And then, it happened. I was leaning down to pick up a napkin when it hit me. See, there's this plot point that I had been unclear on ever since I started my MS, 75 thousand words ago. Well, there were a lot of unclear points when I started. But as I progressed they worked themselves out, except this one. And as I got closer to the scene where this unclear point came into play I started dragging my feet. What flowed before came in fits and spurts. I despaired!
And when I bent down to pick up that napkin, the answer appeared in my brain, fully formed. Out of no where, it came to me. It was a glorious moment, it really was.
If had to go through all the drama of that shift just for that one moment, then it was all worth it!
But if nothing else, I find that the day-to-day frustrations of working in the Retail/Customer Service industry makes me appreciate my writer's imagination. I've unstuck many a plot point while in the middle of venting about some fool who didn't understand why it's not okay to return an item six weeks past it's 30-day cutoff.