Okay, so the other day I began a new novel. It’s a bit scary. It’s like setting sail on an old boat made from rotting wood. But there are the stars – and they are bright and scintillant. They will guide me through the perils of my attempts at perfection. And there is no land in sight and the winds are strong, and I’m constantly losing balance, then I almost lose an oar, but recover it. I’ve traversed the dark ocean of the first chapter, and as I sail though cold lonely days and forbidding nights, the chapters will come, because I am hungry and drained, and look forward to mooring on the soft sands of the end of the book.