She felt that to sip from the chalice of due consideration, would not only delay the inevitable to such an extent as to nullify the experience altogether, but leave her so drunk with anticipation that she would render herself unconscious before noon.
‘Too much thinking leads to paralysis by analysis.’ - Robert Herjavec
Sometimes, I like to walk into the middle of a narrative. To close my eyes and randomly lay my finger on the page of my imagination. What words lie beneath?