Last night I forced myself to sit down and do my words, even though I really wanted to watch a movie.
It didn't take long to get in the groove of things, and then suddenly, my hero was throwing the heroine over his shoulder! She shrieked, and then bit him, of course. As I wrote I heard myself chuckling. It felt so good. Even though this scene, or at least movement, will probably need to be cut later, I loved writing it.
Writing to be published often means we tailor certain aspects of our stories to fit a publisher's needs. But sometimes we should let loose and go wild. I think Rita mentioned that in yesterday's comments. Just writing to write. No worries, no stress.
My scene is pertinent to the book but if I have to cut the hero's action later on, it'll be okay.
Writing it made me laugh. And at this moment (rough draft stage) that's all that counts to me.
Have you ever done this? Loved what you were writing so much that you kept going, even though you might have to hit the delete key later on?