Only three had hatched this year, but still the dragonsong echoed through the mountains, led by the mighty voices of the greens. Deep in their tones, their song carried the mourning for those hatchlings that had not survived. Two had been taken by hunters prior to hatching and one failed to break free of its shell. But along with the mourning rode the vibrant jubilation for the three that survived. Only dragonsong can simultaneously carry grief and joy, and it carried both this night.
Hang in there and resist the urge, Jeff. Remember it is not about editing but about writing. Just let it flow. Editing would come later. That's what I keep telling myself.
A big fat 0 :-(
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2,658 to make up for yesterday's inactivity.
ReplyDeleteI'm finding it difficult to not edit while I'm writing this. It feels *SO sloppy*!
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Only three had hatched this year, but still the dragonsong echoed through the mountains, led by the mighty voices of the greens. Deep in their tones, their song carried the mourning for those hatchlings that had not survived. Two had been taken by hunters prior to hatching and one failed to break free of its shell. But along with the mourning rode the vibrant jubilation for the three that survived. Only dragonsong can simultaneously carry grief and joy, and it carried both this night.
Hang in there and resist the urge, Jeff. Remember it is not about editing but about writing. Just let it flow. Editing would come later. That's what I keep telling myself.
DeleteThanks! I think it's an addiction! Actually, it's just a bad habit. I had no idea how often I stopped and edited while writing. It's simply amazing.
DeleteI did 1981 today. 1981. That was a good year. :)
ReplyDeleteYup, I graduated that year...somehow.
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