Sometimes I think of writing as sewing. First I cut up the cloth, then I stitch it together and try it on. If it doesn’t fit, I take it off, pull the threads out and recut it and rearrange the pieces. Try it on again. I do this until it fits, three or four times. And yet, when all is done and sewn together, there are still parts that don’t quite fit, but it’s okay. I forgive them for not being perfect and move on to the next garment.