A friend posted this on my FB page the other day and it made me smile, mostly because my writing experience is the precise opposite. The creative stage is a long stumble through dark woods; the editing phase is a lakeside stroll on a summer day.
As I commit words to the page, I am hounded by my inner critic every inch of the way. She doesn’t believe in drafts and will not tolerate any sign of weakness, insisting that each line be strong enough to bear the weight of the next.
Not until all the sentences are mortared into place does my critic depart, apparently trusting me with the minor edits. I love it when she leaves.
What about you? Which writing stage do you most enjoy?