Well, that’s a comfort, at least.

Neil Gaiman:

The reason I got testy was because I’ve spent a day fighting with an uncooperative novel and every scene I wrote kept turning into two people having a conversation, and it was driving me nuts. It wasn’t even that they were sitting around having interesting conversations. They were telling each other things the reader had already seen occur, and I felt powerless to stop them…
So I abandoned the incredibly dull scene I was slogging my way through in the Chinese restaurant and wrote a scene from later in the book, that seemed like it might be an interesting thing to write, set in the Hell of Birds. And because that scene meant that some things had to happen before that happened, I wrote the scene that it implied too. And the book’s now behaving, more or less.
Only What Happens in the last part of the book is all different now. It feels more like What Happens than what I thought happened in the last half of the book when I started writing this (or, er, this morning). But…

I’m unspeakably comforted that this happens to writers like Neil as well. It makes me feel part of an exclusive club.
Except I’m more of a hack — I even crib someone else’s words to whine.
Right, back at it.

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