By Anne K. Kaler
It is finished. The puzzle, that is. The writing is never finished.
The writing is truly never finished, never polished enough, never edited sufficiently because the story never fully ends in my mind. The characters and events continue to exist in my internal universe. I am never satisfied because I feel as if I have abandoned my created children on an alien planet without a working spaceship.
That’s why I do puzzles when I write. I need the constant encouragement that there is an end in sight — that there actually is a last puzzle piece to plunk into place, the only place in the material universe that it will fit.
So why do I persist in both endeavors? Continue reading “Puzzles and Writing and the Human Mind”