Have you ever had those moments where a scene in your story plays out in your head, over and over again, and by the time you get to writing it down, it just doesn't seem to have the same profoundness it did when you imagined it? For the first time in nearly 10 years I'm compelled to write fiction but this scene has me stumped. Not that what I'm putting down is bad, its on par with the rest of the story, but in my mind it just seemed so much more epic. I'm having trouble capturing that feeling of and putting it on screen, like I"m trying to grasp a fading dream that grows evermore distant and obscured. Thoughts?