That’s what it feels like when I’m struggling to write a paragraph and I know what I want it to say, but I can’t make it say it, or not the way I want. When I think I’ve found a phrase that gets the point across succinctly and with impact, I type it out and it’s not right, like I’m chasing the snake and it slithers out of my grasp. I had it at the beginning, but by the end, it’s gone.
I never delete anything until I’m satisfied with a finished product (well, first-draft worthy product) because I might look at it again and realize it, or parts of it, were right after all. This particular paragraph had twelve lines before I settled, which reduced it to four. Then I was on another one, same deal, and suddenly it snapped together like Lego. I can’t believe I came up with that!