“You do this every time, you know,” she said to him, breaking his concentration as she came up behind him and laid her hand on his shoulder. “And the more you look at it, the worse it gets.”

     “What gets?”

     “All artists are overly critical of their own work,” she replied, “everyone knows that.”

     He leaned back and turned his head away from his work. “And you know that I can’t help it. I look at it and all I can think about is how it might look if I changed this part over here, or made this part lighter, or darker…it’s not that I dislike all of it, or any of it in particular, I just don’t think that it’s my best effort.”

     “We’ve been through this before, now haven’t we?” she chided him. “You know as well as I do, that eventually you’ll just clear it all off and start over, now won’t you?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning down close to give him a hug. “What’s this make…the third time, or fourth?”

     He thought for a moment before replying. “Third, I believe,” he sighed… “But I was so confident that I had everything just the way that I wanted it this time.”

     “Just like last time, and the time before that.” She stood up and gave him a loving pat on the top of his head. “It’s your project, when all’s said and done, if you aren’t content with it, change it.”  

     “I suppose you’re right,” he acceded. With a sigh, he sent two meteors plummeting towards the surface below, each targeted at areas where massive deposits of magma had been pressuring their way upwards, up till now lying dormant just beneath the surface. He watched as the immense eruptions sent massive clouds of smoke and ashes spiraling into the atmosphere, choking out the sunlight and plunging his entire creation into darkness, lit up only by the rampaging fires started by the shockwaves that rippled across the surface, chain reactions to the impacts of the twin meteors.

     He leaned back and sighed, the destruction of his work always depressed him more than a tiny bit. The first time was the worst; the dinosaurs had been part of his early attempt, the second one with the flood a bit easier.

    “Maybe this time, make the monkeys the smart ones, dear?” she suggested…

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