It's Already in You

Yesterday after working on a vignette I must've hit a button erasing hours of work. You couldn't say that fifty years ago. You might say I spilled grape juice or coffee on it or it caught fire or I lost it on the subway or in a taxi cab. Or maybe it fell out of my pocket, my puppy ate it or...

I was so mad. Then I decided to pull the shades, make a cup of tea and sit down and listen. It's already in you I told myself. Just focus. I recreated my vignette and I believe I made it even better than the original because the story had evolved.

There's hope.