The unravelling

I'm at a loose end. Pull it and I'll start to unravel.

The revisions are done, the publishing Gods temporarily appeased after taking my second-born.

Henry Hoey Hobson has left home, whisked away on secret publisher's business to an unknown location, a brutal boot camp where a merciless editor will whip his scrawny arse into shape.

He'll come back eventually, bulging in a tough bag, splattered with copy editor squiggles. Sporting black marks on his once-spotless pages. Missing adverbs I didn't...