I mentioned yesterday that my Detroit piece from the magazine started out a lot larger--at one point ballooning to 7,000 words--but it never coalesced in a way to justify it's size. It started it out as freelance piece elsewhere, but was killed after a few drafts, basically for the reason stated above. I had a gaggle of interesting reporting but never figured how to hang on something and make it an actual "story." Anyway, I always try to challenge myself as a writer. But in doing that, I sometimes fail.
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