For the past several days I couldn't beat this thought out of my head: how to get around the copyright issue I ran into with Corners? What to do? What to do? WHAT TO DO? Now, I could've lashed my brain to the inside of my skull with barbed wire and lynched it and turned it into some gibbous amoeba and roped it with steel hawsers and hacked it apart and...well, what I'm describing here is what typically happens inside any writer's head. The endless internal monologue, or dialogue, or whatever. This can drive one nuts. Actually, I suspect that's why most writers are nuts. It's enough for us to swivel a pair of blank fusty eyes at anyone who happens to be passing by our writing cave for that poor person to scream bloody murder and, jinking wildly, run full pelt to somewhere safe. Because, you know. Ever looked a mad writer in the eyes? Yeah, it's not pretty. Very scary, I must say. And every time something in our lives happens, we are tempted to stew in it without telling anyone. Well, the whole purpose of this blog post to show you what happens when you DO share, contrary to your innate resistance.