"How's it going?"

"Not bad," I told my wife. "Let me read what I got so far." It was Saturday morning.

By the second paragraph, she was shaking her head. "No one will be interested in The Green Eggs and Ham Theory," she told me. "Dump it".

"Well, they might," I protested. "After all, it promotes the idea that the imposition of constraints can enhance creativity. We already have two constraints." I ticked them off; "500 words and the prompt word echo."

"Fine. I resign as your muse."

"What? Wait. No. What do I need to do to fix it?"

"Dump it."

So I did.