Do other writers feel like this?
That they are unravelling and re-knitting the very fabric of the universe?
Always wondering how it will turn out?
How it will end?
Only to be slapped in the face repeatedly with the truth
that it is the journey of the unravelling and the knitting that matters.
How many arms or necks the garment has when you stop is immaterial.
Just keep going until you put it down.
Nothing is ever finished.
Nothing is ever perfect.
Yet everything is ever
… and nothing is ever
Nothing is everything…
and everything is…
What a strange universe it is.
working on my novel… so many years… so many hundreds of pages
and so far from the end…… I think I am unravelling… AN… 16th Dec 2014