The flatness of the landscape messed with my inspiration. My Muse had fled, apparently, across the vast reedbeds and out of sight beyond a very distant horizon.
Yet I had to pull the threads of the Norfolk Broads together regardless. A deadline loomed, an audience for the premiere of my new film was building, a film which didn’t even twinkle in my eye yet. Twelve days to delivery!
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