I knew she would want me to paint with/for her, but she paints much better than I do, so I started my own painting, of a campfire, on the page I had written a few lines on last night.
I wrote the lines in my head first (following Jonathan Mayhew's "Complete Sentence Game," but adding in that each sentence was supposed to be iambic pentameter), but even then, I made some mistakes writing them down.
I wrote the last two sentences in my head last night and did not write them down. But I remembered them this morning.
I think my desire to paint on my draft was also influenced by the Best American Poetry cartoons here.
