Because we know the painstaking work that goes into extracting a thought from our brains and getting it on paper (or into a Word doc… same thing), we often find ourselves “married to our words”.

We love them. They’re our pride and joy. We go to great lengths to make sure *nothing* comes between us and them.

Married.

So, what happens when those words we love and protect at all costs begin to come between us and “The End”?

Well… that’s when you know it’s time for a divorce.

Yes, on occasion, we have to let those pretty lil’ jots and tittles ascend to the great dictionary in the sky.

*plays world’s smallest violin for all the writers who just shed a tear*

Breathe. Grab a sheet of lined paper from one of the many, many notebooks all wordsmiths tend to keep on hand ‘just in case’. Now, dry your eyes with it