I’ve just reposted Chapter Five of Finitude. Thanks to Chris and Lisa who dared to confirm what I felt when I first finished it, that it was a bit rushed and a bit thin.
I didn’t change it all that much, but for some reason it’s shifted and now I’m happy with it. So on to Chapter Six tomorrow.
Working on a Saturday night? Yeah. I tried to make plans, but they just didn’t stick with anyone, so I reverted to getting something done that I knew would feel meaningful and satisfying. I went to The Filmhouse, bought myself a pint, and got those revisions out of my imagination, onto the page.
Maybe it’s wrong to use writing as a refuge, a way of retreating to a world and an activity where I have total control over the outcome. And as Gloria Steinem said, “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”
