The exercise:
The word of the moment is: obsessed.
Mostly because I'm trying to write a cover letter and, as is my usual tendency, I'm obsessing over almost every single word. Lord, I hate doing these things.
So we finally set aside the squash we plan on eating ourselves this winter and... yeah, safe to say there are plenty left to sell. Which is good! Now people just have to buy them and we're all set.
Mine:
Every word must be right.
No.
Perfect, nothing less.
That doesn't fit at all.
Wrong!
What a bloody mess.
Start over, try again.
Yes!
On second thought, no.
Terrible, what complete
Crap.
What... I just don't know.
Cross it out, all of it.
Junk!
I should really quit.
But I'm too damned stubborn.
Dumb?
Yeah, but I'll get it.
