When you just crank along writing your little heart out and churn out a whole whack of pages, only to go back and read and say to yourself
What was I thinking?
None of this works. Or it might work in somehow, but really the tone is completely wrong.
We were out of town and I had all these flashes of scenes and lines and scribbled them all down. Today I sat down and started typing and I went back and read what I wrote and what I already have posted and it just doesn't fit! That drives me nuts. But when it doesn't work it doesn't work.
On another note, we had a fab weekend at a retreat. And I did get flashes of what is happening, so things are moving again. I just need to sit and rewrite. But first grade starts next week, so more writing time is just around the corner.