Last night, after an extraordinary session with my writer’s group, I felt refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to tackle my rewrites and updates. So there I was, toiling away when I hear a knock upon my chamber door. (Apologies to Mr. Poe.) My roommate sent her daughter to ask me a question and I replied. Without further distraction, I delved deep into my thought process only to be bothered again, 10 minutes later. Another question, another reply. I guessed the answer was satisfactory and I was left alone.
One particular section became the bane of my existence. It started as a paragraph of description and I floated on to the next sentence. Only, my car stalled, so to speak. I tried every way to refurbish the sentence and nothing worked. I even visited my old friend the thesaurus for assistance. Nothing.
At my wits, I visited an old companion, (old school R&B) and…
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