Throw all the words at the page
You know how sometimes it just works? You throw all your words at the page and somehow they stick right? You boil down what every single cell in your body was feeling into one paragraph, and read over it and think — God Damn. It feels so right; it makes so much sense. And there’s a twinge of that, “why haven’t I thought of this before?” but it’s mostly, “I finally got it.” I’m there right now.
And God Damn.
I rarely have these moments. I envy you.