Close on a ledger, not a lesson. State that the once-soggy manuscript, once dried under the metal tornado, collected almost two thousand paid subscribers within six weeks and financed the next year’s rent. No takeaway—just the bottom line. Numbers leave the cleanest aftertaste, and the heart leans in when the wallet sings.

When the timer hits 5:00, neon-mark any existing chunk that serves prompt 1. Tally lyric count, pixel length, or beat measures. Write the total in red. Should it fall under 30 % of the target size, shrink the scope and launch a micro-version rather than reboot.

Trap the raw sentence on your phone the instant it surfaces