Thousand
Words
To
Cut,
To
Keep
My
Latest
Effort
From
The
Rut
Of
A
Sagging
Conflict
Arc,
Preventing
The
Work
From
Attaining
That
Vital
Spark.
In
A
Rush
My
Soul
Was
Crushed,
But
Not
To
Play
The
Victim
Is
My
Dictum.
Delete
And
Rewrite
To
Make
It
Good
As
It
Can
Be,
This
Poor
Tale
Of
Yore
Written
By
Me.