That moment when,
You're in the shower, trying to remember the plot to your next book and cursing as you know you didn't write it down. You give up and think of a new one based off the original concept.
Suddenly it hits you, like a splodge of shampoo in your eye, you have character development, a detailed and elaborate plot and some kick-ass villains. Your hero is on point, much like their opposer, and it's getting you excited.
You exit the shower, feeling anew and refreshed at the prospect of the perfect story, and your newest scented moisuriser. You get dressed, the words of your latest chapter wrapping around you much like the new hoodie you're wearing. You run to your desk and open your laptop, you sit there watching the startup menu flash before you with horror as you've realised,
Your perfect plot is flawed,
Your strongest character has crumbled,
The villain, were they ever really that bad?
And even Noah built a better arc than that!
It's all left your head, the words flying out the window like that hat you lost on the rollercoaster...
And, much like the football you kicked just a little too hard...
It's all gone.