Writing

maybe especially so. Like the reader who has it figured out so much that the actual reading has to be worth the effort. You almost convince yourself it is already done, almost started, something that has an appointment somewhere on a continually receding calendar date.

Like running in track and field it is the endgame stress poopout. Not only does the approaching end tighten you getting to the finish line seems to have a half life progression between pain and time.