As anyone who knows me will attest, I am no pugilist. However, I often think about writing in that way. In one corner, me. In the other, my idea: the perfect book or story, as I've conceived it. The bell rings; blows are exchanged; the blank page of the canvas is bestrewn with blood (i.e., words), and at the end, only one of us walks away . . .
And oh the joy you feel when you think you might be winning!
Until that left hook comes out of nowhere . . .
Thanks! That's encouraging!
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