I just spent the last eleven hours in the office. And it was only in the last two hours that I really focused on crafting this story that will run sometime next week.
It wasn’t until the end that the words started to flow. It wasn’t until the final paragraphs were in my head that I was satisfied. And even now, I read and reread and hope I got it right*.
That’s the way it goes sometimes.
*When I say right, I don’t mean factually. I mean the essence of the story. That I did it some justice.
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