Letter Accomplished
It feels damn damn good to have finished writing something--and know that you did a damn good job doing it too.  Not bad, after, oh only 5 days of non-stop, brain-racking thinking.  I was so stressed about it at one point that I got teary discussing it with my sister.  It's pretty hard to find the right sentence when you've already tried about 5 gabillion permutations.  I wrote, shrunk down again, re-examined.  Expanded, stream-lined.  The process was brain-numbingly rigorous.

The irony, is, of course, that the best parts only came when I--because of frustration--decided to give up on fastidiousness, and take on an absolute devil-may-care attitude.  

By then, it felt like I was pulling words from the air.  Feeble straws of hay, trying to feed a great, all-consuming message.  It was a harrowing experience, but I pulled it off.  Dammit, I did it... :)