Ahh, those are such gloriously rare moments!
I truly wish they could be bottled and saved for those terribly gloomy
days in which creativity is a no-show and literary hope is nothing more than a
lit candle in a gale.
*pauses, re-reads what’s just
been written, shakes head sadly*
Apparently my little orgasmic moment has shorted out the metaphor
station on my motherboard. I do try to keep the analogies, etc. on a single
track for each post.
I do.
Really.
But today I’m just spitting out metaphors like poorly chewed tobaccy
(sorry, my Southern is showing.)
Anyhow, just know I did real good and I’m annoyingly giddy about it.
Forgive me.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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