Long day of sporadic writing. Began with a line.
I awoke with it thinking, it's perfect, what a wonderful line.
I fired up my computer but I had to work. As I worked, I turned my line over, inspecting it, thinking about it, waiting for the moment to insert it.
At last came the time. I went to write.
I read through what I had written. Made small polishes. A buff here, there.
I came to where I wanted to insert the line.
It did not work.
I drank some coffee. It didn't help.
Rearranged the paragraph.
Changed the words. Arranged, arranged, arranged, dragging verbs and nouns, commas, periods and conjunctions around and around and around.
The line did not work.
The coffee was cold.
I thought the line was so perfect.
But there's no writer's remorse.
It's part of the helter skelter plan to order words and tell a tale.
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