I woke up this morning and figured out what the book is going to be about. Not the plot, because I more or less knew the plot already. What I hadn’t figured out was the style and conceit of it all. But once I knew what was going on, it was somewhat easier to get the words out.
Although that may be the flu shot. ‘Flu-like symptoms?’ Oh, my, yes. I don’t know whether to crash for a day, or go back tomorrow for another dose.
Keep writing, go back for another dose, repeat until you get your Coleridge on. It’s for your craft!
Quoth the raven … Nevermore.
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Mew