Agree with all of this, and add that self-suspicion is much better as a leavening agent than a tenderizing mallet. If I'm so taken with my own genius while writing, I give it time, knead it once or twice as needed, and if it turns into bread when I bake it, then I EAT THE FUCKING BREAD. No mallets necessary.
Most recently I had an idea for a darling just before bed, wrote it down on an index card, checked it in the morning to see if it had survived the passing of my giddy joy, and then wrote a whole fic around it. So if I'd obeyed the command to kill my darlings, an entire story would never even exist.
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Most recently I had an idea for a darling just before bed, wrote it down on an index card, checked it in the morning to see if it had survived the passing of my giddy joy, and then wrote a whole fic around it. So if I'd obeyed the command to kill my darlings, an entire story would never even exist.