I had it, I loved it, and I lost it.
I wrote the most perfect story, finished it, sold it, the whole works. In a dream I had last night. And now the perfect story is gone. I can't remember for the life of me what it was about. Usually when I have a dream like this I get up the next morning, rush to my pen & paper and write down everything I remember.
But not this time.
This time it's gone. And I can't seem to get it back. It's driving me nuts. I really loved that story. I was so proud of that story. And now I've lost it.
Guess it's time to move on to another story. Perhaps I'll find one in my waking life that will be just as wonderful. One can dream, right?