Sometimes It's A Fine Line.

[mmerriam]

Or just one word.

I've been hammering away at "Fourth Dimensional Pony in the Concourse of the Lost" for weeks, trying to unstall my stalled story. Today, I changed this sentence

Finding the one it wanted, the pony watched patiently, focused on the moment.

to this

Not finding the one it wanted, the pony watched patiently, focused on the moment.

and suddenly I know where this story is going and how to get there.

Sometimes this writer thing is weird.