My grandpa was a firm believer in working smarter, not harder. If he couldn’t pound a nail with the hammer in his hand, he got a bigger one. It was sort of his philosophy for all of life.
Sometimes a bigger hammer isn’t the best choice. Sometimes, you need a different hammer, or a different tool altogether. I’ve found this weekend that sometimes a pen is better than a keyboard. The keyboard is easier on my wrists, but words are pouring out of my pen. My plot is untangling. I may reach my July 1 goal of having this story finished with a proper title. Another two or three written pages and I should have it. The story. Not the title. I think the title is going to be tricky.