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[violsva]

At this stage of a draft it feels like a tattered dress - actually at this stage it’s a mostly intact dress that’s had its skirt dragged through a bunch of rosebushes. The top’s pretty much all there, except for a few loose threads, and then most of it’s more or less together, and then from the knees down it’s all hanging in shreds, and huge chunks and the entire hemline are missing.

Except this metaphor’s the wrong way up, because it’s not actually ripped up. It hasn’t had anything taken away from it, it’s just still being added on to. And instead of sewing things back together I have to ... weave on to the existing parts. While also creating the thread out of thin air.

I mean, there is some sewing together, because I write very much out of order and I have all these dialogue fragments sitting around. But they’re fragments, they aren’t whole pieces. It doesn’t feel like I’m putting together something new, it feels like I’m filling in a shape that I can see from how everything fits around the missing pieces.