I turned back to my story today and tried my best to perfect it. But there was no magic, and today’s words are worse than yesterday’s words, and with the luck I’m having tomorrow’s words will somehow be even worse than today’s.
So today I shall make a difference. I shall wait for the magic. When the words come to me, I will carry on.
I wrote no more today. Nor tomorrow. Nor the day after.
This way, all my work is equally brilliant.