May 29th: Roughing Up

The final word of my initial draft

Cuts like a fiery sword into my brain,

And in my frenzy I shall seize the haft-

For editing I’ll need it’s blade again!

For even as I celebrate the end

Of that most painful process of producing

Fictional fabric which sharp eyes will rend

Into which criticisms I’ll be loosing.

Such skirmishes do not result in wounds

Excepting those that land upon my pride.

But to my faults I am kindly attuned,

Particularly when my brain is fried.

I’ll let my story sing me off to sleep,

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