I start off with a jumble of useless strings of phrase and few, if any, complete sentences. I stare at it a lot, tracing my eyes trying to find the invisible threads that, when pulled, will release them from their tangle.
Slowly, with very little method, the repetition of these phrases in my head start to click together, and the ball unravels into rows of readable communication.
It's slow. It's plodding. But as sluggish as my brain is, this'll have to do. My vocabulary creaks with rusty joints. Revolting cliches leap into my head and I bat them back like hornets.
::shrug:: It's progress.
How would you describe your writing process?