There Are No Accidents in Writing, Only Happy(ish) Mistakes

I’d forgotten how much I love writing fiction. I also forgot how much I can hate it, too. The last time I wrote was nine years ago. It was a short story I shelved for some reason and never went back to it. I remember loving the process; coming up with the characters, sitting at my computer for hours bashing a first draft out, and working at it until I had something presentable. Or at least, that…