I was up until 1:30 last night writing. I'm a night person, so staying up late and writing is like eating chocolate! I love it. But I'm also a parent, which means that I have to get up early. Argh! what was I thinking. I'm going to be a short tempered zombie all day (watch out kiddos).
I guess I was got carried away, playing out my story in my head, a zillion different ways. Finding the right word to exactly convey my feelings and intent.
I think choosing words is like pairing different desserts with wines. When the go together, the experience is delicious!