Some days I hate myself as a writer.
I try to be too cute, too subtle, too layered and end up confusing everyone. (Tonight at writer's group I swear I heard a scene collapse under all that weight.)
I guess it's just part of the process. It's been a while since I wrote a God's honest first draft and in the immortal words of Hemingway "the first draft of anything is shit."
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