It turns out that I can be 453 pages into a first draft and writing can still be a great unknown, with waves and undercurrents and marvelous creatures still making themselves known.
Does a practiced writer control all this better? Does Margaret Atwood, sitting at her computer to write, know now what to expect, and calmly gaze the storms in the eye, continuing unabated and unchecked? Or does she know from time to time she’ll need to step back and let the waves wash over and calm themselves before she pounces while they’re weak? Does she know her currents? Or are they changing?
I should like to reach that level of control where at least I know what to expect. But maybe, as in life, writing doesn’t come with such guarantees. Or maybe, as they say in life, once you get the hang of it, you die. 🙂