Just finished rewriting an old scene in which a man faces off with a dragon, with nothing more than a dagger as a defense. Sounds impossible, right? During the first few runs at it, I started thinking it was impossible, too. I wanted the action short, plausible, and exciting. And, in this instance, I needed the guy to win. What I ended up with was a workable scene, but it felt a little too deus ex machina.
This time, however--this time--it more than works. It kicks some big, bad, dragon butt.
I think I'll reward myself by going to bed before 4:00 a.m.; the earliest I've been all week is 3-ish. Four hours or less of sleep per night is not conducive to creativity.
On the other hand, in times like this when I'm feeling the high, I can write all night and well past sunup. If only this wasn't Thursday....