One of the bothersome things about creativity and writing in particular?
When I'm doing the dishes the story in my head is clear as a bell. Pristine, even. But in the scant moments it takes to walk from kitchen to computer or kitchen counter to composition notebook the story has fallen out of my ear. I had an expanded version of that rustic little prince (and it was much better than the drivel I published here) in my head. Now he's turned the corner and has commenced his story without me. Silly shadow.
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