It’s nearly midnight.
Today was a waste . . .
creatively speaking.
I built a couple of scenes.
Demolished both.
Created a new character.
He wasn’t helpful.
Now he’s a missing person.
Rewrote a passage.
Too many details . . . none germane.
Back to the original.
Whatever you’re reading,
be thankful it’s only words you see.
Not the pain it took
to put them there.
—Don
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