the story I'm working on is out of control ....

I think I've lost all semblance of control over my latest story

If I were to compare raiding my muse's closet (where all the ideas hang out) to going to the kennel and picking up a dog to take for a walk, this time I managed to grab a Clifford the Big Red Dog sized critter, and boy, does he want to run ....

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