The delete key intimidates me. I’m sure I’m not alone in that, it really does cause a moment of panic whenever I decide I need to use it.
Not for the little things like a misspelled word or a improper tense, in fact I’ve deleted several things in this line alone.
But when I realize that an entire section of a story or book needs to be wiped out. That’s when fear settles into the pit of my stomach and sometimes causes me step away from the keyboard in frustration.
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