An Abstract Scoop on How I Screwed up a Story

But of course, that little mistake threw it all the guillotine. Throw all the necks to the guillotine! cries Robespierre. He did what I did, except he paid with his life. On my end, it was not as bad as an oversight of victims, but it was an oversight, and in the world of art, that can get bloody. In the world of art and the pen, an oversight is the worst thing for a paragraph, a strophe, a verse, a book—a haiku! The Incas and Egyptians made rhyme with their oft misshapen stones. Forget the m...