Off Course

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I had two things in mind when I started this post.

The first was trajectory in writing.

The second was sentimentality.

I always think I have a clear trajectory until the story line veers into sentimentality, and then my inner critic, a snaggle toothed harpy from Writers’ Hell, named, Griselda, sets her jaundiced eye on my tenderest outpourings, and pokes me with her hat pin, sniping, “Not on my watch, dearie.”

I looked for an image that would demonstrate what I’m talking about, but no one ha...