My friends at The Good Men Project recently asked me to contribute to their cool series, 100 Words On Love. I said yes, of course, because how hard could 100 words be to write...right?
Well, harder than you'd think. At a bloated, meandering 426 words, my first draft went on and on like Moby Dick. There was dialogue, a flashback, and even a paragraph break in there, if you can believe that. My second draft was somewhere in the three-hundreds, I think. I'd lost the flashback, but was still stupidly clinging to the dialogue.
For the next two evenings, I trimmed and cut and killed things, and this is the result. I can say with a fair degree of certainty that it's the most blatantly sentimental 100 words I've ever written. Sorry about that. But, if you're a guy and you have a daughter, you'll understand.