More ways writing is like fighting. Also: like igniting.

So today I flushed about 25 pages.

It's not like I didn't see this coming (see previous post), but I had some merry notion it was just the one scene and that I could leave it and Captain Editorpants would make me cut it later. But no, I realized last night that I was hating the whole book pretty hard and I needed to sort out why because I could no longer push forward.

I generally find that when I've been heading the wrong direction, it's like wading deeper and deeper into quicksand, or a...