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Any true writer, whether good or bad,

At one point gets this feeling:

The sudden discharge, the sting!,

– Illumination, idea so rad! –

A color, a word, or a memory,

Sometimes a single sentence,

Better in mind than paper,

Over and over, letter by letter,

Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud

Over again for a word,

But it, nimble, flies away,

Exactly like a small and fragile bird.

And, there, right on the verge of succeeding

It escapes and all’s for nay…

Begin again your sculpting

For an artist shall never be too proud.

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That is how I felt working on the sentence I was telling you in my last post!

I’m not quite satisfied with this one though.

I feel the ‘Any writer, good or bad’ is not a great formulation of the idea I want to convey… :/

Will have to come back to it sometime…

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! ;)