Yet another writing metaphor

Today, the current chapter feels like trying to put up a big tent – the sort of tent you need at least two people for – by yourself. You just get one pole propped up when all the others tumble down. And then the wind picks up and blows the canopy away. And then you can’t find the tent pegs. It’s driving me balmy.

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