Words are spilling off my fingertips, but not landing here. I've taken on the self-imposed task of condensing my entire life story into 500 words. Don't ask. 5,000 words would have been much, much easier. Every night I prune, cut, and sweat, and have vowed to finish that before this. Or else I'll never finish that.
I'm at word 342... the end is in sight.