There is an ocean of ideas that flow through my writer’s mind at all hours and in most circumstances.  I can’t possibly write down, remember, or record most of them.  Sometimes I feel like a tugboat trying to get my broken-down steamer of inspiration into a workable dock of manageable sentences.  Other times I’m a luxury liner just observing while my fingers produce a tide of thought almost without effort (less often, sadly). I...
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