I am working on the first direction of the “Mist from the Mountains” poem. Counting the number of words I have written thus far, I come to just over a thousand. Far from settled on any particular variation to develop into a final draft, thousands more will be written. Some will emerge from existing lines, others (I hope) whispered by the Muse. By comparison, the final draft for this direction (a quatrain in Iambic trimetre) will amount to about twenty words!