A bit of a disrupted day, one way and another. I haven't been to my studio for over a week now, so I am looking forward to doing that this week. Maybe my paintings are better than I remember them being. It's always possible.
My new book is all there now, but it has a few thin bits and a few holes. Writing is a strange process. A book grows bit by bit - word by word - page by page - chapter by chapter. But if it is going to be anything more than that, there comes a point where it needs to become a whole. This is a mysterious process, a little like painting (or at least it seems so to me).
There comes a point where it just feels right - it feels finished.