I noticed a very interesting trend for myself today, and I’m sure that any writer out there has experienced the same thing. I’ve been plugging along with a rough draft that is approaching 20,000 words. I haven’t even gotten to the part that leads to the main story line yet. I have to kick and cuss and fight to get 3,000 words a day into this thing that threatens to be a behemoth. So today, I went to a completely different part of the story, and started over, just like I was starting a brand spankin’ new shiny little brainfart story. I had over 3,000 words out before I even took a breath. It reminded me of sex. You keep going along the same old road with the same old partner, even something great like sex can get stale. Change that shit up a little. Put on some nipple clamps and dress her up like Bea Arthur and get freaky! I enjoyed that new section so much I’m seriously considering finishing the whole story out in the same way.