Do not over-knead.
This goes for bread dough, the anemic tush and romantic plotlines.
Years of experience in the kitchen has taught me the first.
A spate of borderline anemia has warned my tush off the second.
But the third? Apparently, I still need pounded into my head from time to time. After penning 20 or so novels (both published and yet-to-be’s) I really should have this little mantra down.
Perhaps a tattoo to somewhere bold might be called for?
Bottom line: Every writer is a work-in-progress.