Pressing the Button
The decision follows me into the evening more often than I’d like. By that point, the thing is finished. Or finished enough, which is as finished as most things ever get. I have written it. I have looked at it too many times. I have changed a few words, then changed them back. The real…
Nearly
I am about a week away from finishing the whole thing, which is usually when I start noticing jobs that suddenly seem urgent.
