I write, but I’m also a knitter, and one of the beauties of knitting is that you can rip the whole darn thing out and begin again. It’s just yarn, as I tell myself. Re-knitting might be tedious, but it’s achievable. Or even, god forbid, toss the yarn out and begin again. Isn’t reworking and rewriting nestled at the heart of craft? Why would we ever think something like craft or art might be easy? How lucky writing is: revision is possible, even demanded, whereas, in life, revision is a little more tricky. And that might be one of my greatest understatements.

… writing itself is one of the great, free human activities. There is scope for individuality, and elation, and discovery, in writing. For the person who follows with trust and forgiveness what occurs to him, the world remains always ready and deep, an inexhaustible environment…

–– William Stafford, Writing the Australian Crawl

Photo by Molly S.