Sort of like a Rubik’s Cube with one column the wrong color. Everything around the offending little horror is lined up perfectly, but that one area draws the eye and makes it, well…not perfect.
I have often compared writing to puzzle solving. With both, tiny tidbits of information must be gathered and meshed together to create a beautiful whole. All imperfections stand out and the process is often frustrating and seemingly impossible to solve. But, in order to see the beauty underneath, you keep at it. You analyze and pick and prod until all the pieces fall into place. When they finally do...when all those squares line up, it’s a rush like no other.
Not that I’ve ever solved a Rubik’s Cube, mind you. I don’t have the patience for that kind of thing. I prefer the conundrum of constructing Book 4 in a 400,000 word epic fantasy any day. Call me weird or call me a writer. Either fits.