A Question Begs

stockvault-old-typewriter236947Spent nearly 20 minutes tumbling a single sentence around in my head yesterday.

Not an important sentence either. Not the opening line, not the last gasp of an enemy, not the first exclamation of love. Just a descriptive sentence tucked into a mid-novel scene.

So, a question begs to be asked… Am I a master of my craft or a slave to it?

Until Wednesday (travel day tomorrow)…

Chloe

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