Cozy from the past

Mom is keeping my head cozy, even though she's been gone for more than half my lifetime.

My mom knitted me this hat when I was about twelve. It's a scarf with a hat built into one end of it. I remember wearing it on my walk to ballet class. The snow drifts were high, the wind was pushing against me. I felt like a Russian ballerina on her way to the studio.

Revision is the process of ruining a piece of writing in order to make it better. The toughest, most anxious stage for me is when the piece is ruined but not yet better. I'm there now with my screenplay. Only one thing for it: keep going until it is better, or at least better enough.