Like a marriage

One a day, until the day I die.
Kind of sounds like til death do we part.
Maybe, in a way, it does.
Married to the craft.
Renewing our vows, 100 words at a time.
It’s not always easy.
You have to make compromises.
You have to work at it.
Like any marriage.
You can’t always be right.
You can’t always say everything.
Leave out what doesn’t matter.
Get it out, and tidy up the rest.
Then, after you think it’s done, walk away.
And come back to it.
And with a fresh view, then you can finish it up.

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