By Claire Booth
I am, slowly
and somewhat steadily, coming to the end of my work-in-progress. Which you’d
think would be great. And it will be – when I get there. But at the moment, it’s
like I’ve spent the last six months knitting several scarves, and now suddenly I
have to figure out how to turn them into a sweater.
One with no holes or
unmatched spots or gnarly little bumps. Everything has to weave together
perfectly. So this is the point where I figure out whether I chose the right
colors and thicknesses at the beginning, or whether they’ll clash horribly when
I put them together. It’s the knitting of the plot lines. Wish me luck.
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| Me trying to finish my novel. |
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