Often times, great lines come to me.  Previously, I would try to force and jam the lines into whatever story I was working on at the time that the line came to me.  The lines would usually end up sounding awkward and sometimes even contrived.  They were not at home and I could hear the famous line “Kill your darlings” reverberating in my head.  But I love my darlings.  I can’t thrown them away!  Then it dawned on me that I don’t have to throw them out completely.  I only need to throw them out of the piece in which I tried to force them. This doesn’t mean that I can’t save them and find a good home for my darlings one day.  A story or novel or poem in which they are not misplaced.  A home in which they belong.