Snap. Lady With Dog. Lady On Sofa

...the Heart Is An Organ Of Fire.

So Many Nurses Had Turned Into Emotionally Disturbed Handmaidens Of The War, In Their Yellow-and-crimson Uniforms With Bone Buttons.

From This Point On, She Whispered, We Will Either Find Or Lose Our Souls.

Once I've Discovered The Story, I Might Restructure It, Maybe Move Things Around, Set Up A Clue That Something Is Going To Happen Later, But That Happens Much Later In An Editorial Capacity.

It's A Responsibility Of The Writer To Get The Reader Out Of The Story Somehow.