Folding fitted sheets is a pain. Sometimes I can match those rounded corners fairly well and the rest of the sheet folds up reasonably. Other wash days those stupid bottom sheets just bundle impossibly. More than once I’ve settled for winding that cotton mess into a roll and stuffing it in the closet.
I have spent over three years sweating over my manuscript, River of January, endeavoring to get the book right. The first draft back in May of 2010 was, well, horrible. I am aware that a few copies of that version are floating around, and the knowledge of those drafts out there makes me want to reach for a bag to put over my head.
However, over time, with the help of some very nice and patient people–my family, friends and legions of my students who listened, helped my style improve.
It will never be perfect. The book will probably end up with some goofs that no one picks up on, until it is printed. But I cannot rewrite forever, fit those corners to perfection. The process has to move forward.