This week I’ve been going through a heap of texts over and over again, trying to get them all ready for print. It’s like a balancing act, persuading them all to work on their own and correspond with one another at the same time.
Sometimes one of them drifts towards being finished. And then once that’s happening, sometimes it continues to drift until it stops being worked on at all. Sometimes it’ll come unfinished again a few minutes or days later.
I have this misplaced idea that things should go shiny the minute they’re completely finished, or wink at me or change colour or do a little dance, so I’d be able to know, once and for all, that that’s that. And then once that was that it would stay that, and not keep coming unfinished again.
