It’s approaching midnight and there’s still a few more words to find. Somewhere out there is at least one more sentence for tomorrow’s coffee fueled mind to edit.
The first draft feels like the hard part, but once the bulk of the editing starts you realize it was the easy part. Perhaps its just the scariest part. The crafting of an unknown world can be scary. You’re venturing off alone into a world governed by your own rules. Anything can happen, but should it?
Another paragraph to sort through while smelling the aroma of the coffee brewing as the sun rises. Where have the characters ended up? How’d they get there? Turns out they’ll need a flashlight — the editing begins.