Just a short post to share a moment that other writers can experience vicariously: I’ve been working on a short story for two years, and it was perfect — except for the ending. This weekend, as I was lolling in bed trying to remain asleep, the perfect ending came to me. Quelle relief. Guess my muse needed to sleep in for a day….But don’t you love it when that happens?
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Congrats! That must feel really good. 🙂
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Woo hoo!
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yay litK! lolling around, that’s the ticket.
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