There’s a little moment in writing that falls in the space between the gathering of ideas (and the subsequent brain dump of those ideas), and the start of the actual writing. In that space, I always feel like I’m in complete control of both the process and the project. It’s like the say in the classics
I know exactly what I want to say … all I have to do is write it.
I think it’s lucky that I do have this little space where I believe all this. If I truly remembered how hard that next stage is–the stage where I have to start forming the thoughts and ideas into coherent sentences–then nothing would ever get started.
*“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”