“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”

The line pops into my head, and I write it down. Then I  inspect the spider’s web in the garden. Spiders are smart creatures, they keep it simple. I’m going to be a spider. I will not get tangled up in my own web of lies and deceit. Because I know that if I rush into it, I’ll end up as a fly.

I’ll create a backstory, but I’m not going to bore my target with the details. I’ll let them guide my words and my actions.

Show, don’t tell.

I will weave the perfect trap, and then I’ll strike.

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Another Monday, another story to finish, with plenty more to read here.