The joy! when things fall into place, the plot thickens, the painting coalesces, the inspired metaphor falls from... the air?... the muse?... from who-knows-where? onto blank paper.
Frabjious Days.

Progress on my project. (I'll tell you what it is later - don't want to jinx it.) Meanwhile: Callooh! Callay!
(The guy in the commercial laundry? Stephen King in the early days. Read his On Writing. "Frabjous"? Read Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There.)
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