How Far We've Come

It's eminently frustrating when you can feel the story vibrating like a jet engine, just aching to go somewhere, but a measly trickle of words is all that comes out. Part of this is that the story isn't finished "cooking" yet, and that jet-engine sound is the rumble before everything is unleashed and I start frantically trying to keep up with the download. But for right now, everything's sort of in abeyance.

If there's a part I like least about writing, it's the frustration of knowing that...