I’ve just deleted it all.
Five whole paragraphs of the BEST thing I’ve EVER written.
We do that sometimes—us writers of words.
When ‘the force’ flies through us with alarming ease and grace, and we just know this is the one…until it’s not.
Because we’ve just read it all back.
And it’s not.
Ah, yes. This creative life of mine.
What an absolute bloody shemozzle.