I sometimes wish that every time I sat down to write that the words would flow effortlessly and be as beautiful as I can make them. I have had moments like this but far more I have writing projects that were wrenched word by word onto the page. Those days when my words have balked and stalled and caused me to despair used to be frequent. I still write slow but I don’t fret as much. I sometimes have to be satisfied with sentences and paragraphs that I know will not end up on the final draft. It just is. I’ve done this before, and I will again and in the end I will be satisfied. I recognize that word by word is maybe more valuable to a writer than the effortless flow. Steady work will get me further than any sprint. I get it. But I do like the tumble of ideas, the leaping of connections, the phrases that sing, the flow.