Surgery

Since a change of narrator, I've been writing a new segment which recasts everything so far and I knew would see me going through everything I have written so far and re-arranging it. The new segment trolled along quite happily, but always with me knowing that sooner or later I would arrive at the point where I would need to attach it to what I have already written, like a surgeon finally arriving at the bit where he or she sews the tendon back and says 'There, it's done.' That moment arrived last week, so I motor on now, nudging chunks of the novel around in a frenzy, much like when I decide it's time to see if the television would be better on the other side of the room, and I have to disconnect and reconnect all the stupid cabling, which knocks the internet out, and then realise it was fine as it was. The novel will not be having its TV put back where it was.

By the way, when I say I'm doing this 'in a frenzy', that's hyperbole. It's not happening in any kind of frenzy, it happens in fits and starts, like a Ford Focus with dual controls being lurched around by a novice driver.