I almost didn’t make it through

this book, nearly stopped writing.

The hand that held the pen was

tired. I had to unroll every skein and

sort it out. I had to unfold

every thought and smooth them.

I had to figure out what the

numbers were and put them in

order. I did this mindlessly, like

a robot, because it was the only

way to get it done.

by Cher Bibler