
Modern writers have a problem, and it’s called The World. It’s noisy and distracting.
The solution is simple…destroy it.
More on that in a minute.
I Came, I Saw, I Suffered Immensely

Yesterday, I wandered into a visual FOR-NEXT loop.
It’s not a kind of roundabout. It’s also not a trap made by nimble-fingered Boy Scouts (although it is a kind of snare, shaped exactly like your brain).
It’s much more dangerous than that.