Darlings

A couple months ago, I was killing my darlings (sentences I love, but that pull the reader out of the story), and now I'm happily creating new ones in a new story.

The darling that I really wanted to work in A Stinkin' Plot consisted of night-owl Mabel's reflections on the wisdom of telling a joke at the crack of dawn. She decides not to, because "she firmly believed it was unhealthy to engage in any activity whatsoever before noon, and that was doubly true of drinking hard liquor and delivering punch-lines." 

I guess you had to be there. 

I liked it, but it really had to go.