Nothing can match the shock of the first sentence. It's like the first time you realize a good friend is crazy and you'll love them for it forever. After the first paragraph, all else is determined, all else is familiarity, and repetition.
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Today I pondered the exertion of emotional and mental energy on something which will quite likely be deleted. Pertinent to writers, lovers, and grown-ups in general, this particular contemplation concerned a plot (said plot lies in question marks and open doorways, hanging from the rafters of my right brain. I look up at the options from an uncomfortable vantage, neck pinched backward, eyes squinted, mouth open to allow extra slack for gazing upward -you know the look- and I try to see the paths that the doors lead to and try to assemble the question marks into an enjoyable pattern of goal-conflict-disaster). As more time passes I have more experience to draw from and less surety of how to employ it. Today, at least, my hesitancy was stymied.
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