The train halted at the base of a mountain–no, a mountain range. My second draft for Book B is still a first draft. I planned to rewrite it. . . again; howbeit, I understand it is deemed necessary.
The Conductor pressed a new idea pressed in my mind. It is substantially higher than my craft level. Albeit it be impossible, He will help me. Does He truly desire me to write this? To be certain, I wait upon Him.
Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train