Rough one, yesterday.
I couldn’t scrape an original turn of phrase out of my head with a
pumpkin scoop. Oh, I got plenty of stringy, seedy “things” out of there, but
most ended up wadded up in a paper towel in the trash bin.
Finally (and I do mean finally), I dug out a tiny pocket of keepers as
dusk settled over the landscape of pumpkin innards.
I share this for two reasons:
1.) Don’t ever give up, writers. Something salvageable might yet be
found in the old gourd.
2.) I’m still scraping goop out of the old skull, and I ran out of
paper towels ages ago, so… well… yeah. Sorry.
*winks*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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