The Door (not to be confused with The Room, although there is a resemblance)
I spent ninety minutes opening a door today.Just a door.
Not a door in my physical space, but the book's space. And this character had to go through a door, and I couldn't get it right.
For an hour and a half.
Why, no, that's not annoying at all. Thank you for asking.
There's a thing that I have accidentally developed as a result of writing every morning three centuries. I can hear rough edges so clearly now that I can't stand to have one.
The consequences of this "skill" is that I can write an entire page of door opening sentences and know immediately that every single one of them is wrong. It's like fingernails running down a chalkboard.
Thus concludes this edition of The Monkey's Paw.
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