A couple of weeks ago, while writing a chapter, it came to me that I wanted the chapter to go, rise, rise, rise, kaBOOM! Like a balloon that keeps rising, and then pops:
A few years ago, while working on As Easy As Falling Off the Face of the Earth, a novel, I pictured the various strands starting out all neat and orderly, then veering off, “every one in his own way,” before coming together neatly again at the end:
There is a project on my back burner that seems to me to be a navigation through/over/around a constellation of bumps. Or, wait — are some of them craters?