I hate the next day, when you're trying to attack the draft and squeeze out more words but you start finding flaws in what you did the day before; or you're stuck in an interminable, embarassing scene but you have to keep pushing forward! Because in the heady, early days of a first draft, to edit is to fall by the wayside.
I hate when a scene just sputters out and I'm all embarrassed about it. Oh, not embarrassed because there's someone watching-- I'm writing this for me, and I'm boring me. But that's just one set of characters. There's this second set, and they're up next, and I'm much more interested in what's happening with them. Maybe because the conflict is all on the surface?
Word count: up to 4262, not a whole lot of them today. Though I have about twenty minutes before I need to put myself to bed, so maybe something spectacular will happen -- it's after midnight now, and I'm always at my best in the wee hours when I should be sensible and hiding under a blanket until unconsciousness takes me.
But this is just stalling, isn't it?