Fifty million drafts later...

IMAGE: Little Yellow Bird sits at a desk, writing with pen and parchment. She holds up her draft and crumples it into a ball. Below, next to a pile of crumpled-up drafts, she collapses, holding one final version aloft in a sunburst of victory.

TEXT: Writing was hard.
Fifty million drafts later...
(hasn't yet seen the spelling error on line 8)