Dough.
Towards the end, when the book is almost done, there is the feeling of kneading dough. Like, when will I be done with this? You think it’s done but no, it needs one more knead. Turn it over one more time. Oops? See that bubble? Mash it out, then knead it some more. .... I just finished with a noro virus but I think I was calling in a “nano” virus because this novel I am working on is my most recent NANOWRIMO book. By the time I finished the first proof I felt sick… physical sick, like I had had a baby or something. And sick of the words, sick of looking at it, sick in all kinds of ways. Then it passed and the kneading has begun. And the “needing” for another pair of eyes. Athie, 3/2/2014