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The wordsmith retires to his private place to the forge inside his mind pumps the bellows and stokes the fires until they are burning with white hot inspiration He plunges the iron ideas in to the heat until it is ready to work with beats them into shape on the anvil of his notebook using the heavy hammer of his blue ink biro Every time the hammer strikes little sparks fly up and dance words not needed this time depart to used on another piece Sometimes the ideas need refining and have to be reshaped parts of the cast are sometimes out of place the spelling needs adjusting all the time he stays at his smithy sweat poring off him continuously while he attempts to forge a master piece Eventually his task is completed and left to alone to cool the forge is dampened down to be used on the next occasion his work here is completed and ready to be seen by others
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
211. The Wordsmith
The wordsmith retires to his private place to the forge inside his mind pumps the bellows and stokes the fires until they are burning with white hot inspiration He plunges the iron ideas in to the heat until it is ready to work with beats them into shape on the anvil of his notebook using the heavy hammer of his blue ink biro Every time the hammer strikes little sparks fly up and dance words not needed this time depart to used on another piece Sometimes the ideas need refining and have to be reshaped parts of the cast are sometimes out of place the spelling needs adjusting all the time he stays at his smithy sweat poring off him continuously while he attempts to forge a master piece Eventually his task is completed and left to alone to cool the forge is dampened down to be used on the next occasion his work here is completed and ready to be seen by others
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
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