"Well... it made sense to me at the time." Often it can be a real challenge to interpret the hieroglyphic chicken-scratches of hastily doodled ideas, which is part of the reason they get translated into the omnipresent mulch-pile. That opportunity doubles as a chance to exercise the most important skill, revision - at times the apply ultimate edit and just let it rot away. As in, it ain't funny. Then there the times a few slip through the dip-net and you see it in print and wonder what the heck.
"Well... it made sense to me at the time."
*obligatory Alaskan trivia
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