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.
|Me trying to finish my novel.|