On the weekend, I sat down; just sat down, no prelude, and wrote the opening paragraph to a new novel. It came to me complete and rich. As I wrote the rest of the story unfurled in my mind like a red carpet to a premiere. I got excited. I had to put the pen down and have a think.
Then Adam cleaned the house.
Now I can’t find that piece of paper.
$#%&(*2 3334$*@#*@*$U@#*@!!!!!!!!!!
Let’s hope I find it and it’s not lining the bottom of the recycling bin.
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Oh dear! I hope you find it!
Omigod! That’s almost as bad as losing a winning lottery ticket. Hope you find it (or can remember what you wrote!)
Alas, no sign yet