Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Some Days, I Have No Wisdom to Impart

The book is there.

It's in my head, whole and perfect and solid. I can feel it.

Yet every time I try to draw out anything past Chapter 9, I start getting the wrong book, haring off in the wrong direction. I know it's the wrong direction because I know what the book feels like in my head and what I get feels all wrong.

What is up with that?

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