Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words.
I’m not quite so pessimistic, not so self-critical. I don’t know what will emerge but at times I’m surprised at how good it actually is, better than the ephemeral notion in my head. It may need polishing and orienting into the rest of the text but it is good. I just hope others think so too.
