Paramount

The excitement and thrill was paramount as the ideas run wild and a new song entered the playlist, the rising and falling of its tunes creating yet more excitement to hurry, to continue, to create the tension and suspense that was asked of it. A leg bounced up and down in impatience, an eagerness to switch windows, to forget the daily altogether, to continue before all the ideas wound up for the night, to continue while they were still all loud and clear, screaming down her throat and into her veins, out onto the keyboard. WRITE, they shout. That positive feeling of high spirits, of you-can-do-it attitude, where failing is erased. As it should be.

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