I have finally made it to my final draft and it's slow going but I guess that's to be expected when I can't allow myself to miss things in it. I have to practice work on putting the senses in my writing. I have a lot of touch but I need the others too. Good thing I caught that now and not when it was too late, phew!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
