Which is not to say that the manuscript is perfect, or that I will not write a better book.
Building the bookcases has been a two-month process, the hardest part of which was hauling in the several thousand books I've been storing in an outbuilding I've always meant to make over into a studio. I have perhaps five years of good eyesight left. If the books are going to be useful, they must be useful now.
So I have a newly reorganized place to work and a new poetry project underway. No, I haven't given up the idea of a novel. But I am working against time, and the worst part is not knowing what that timeline is.
The days are stacked against what we think we are.