Walk you through it

Most writers rarely invite you to their shop, how books like skyscrapers are raised from the dusty ground, hammered, pumped, suffered, until they are ready to be put in a shelf which is where they belong. More often than not, there are no regrets since aiming for perfection can be a curse. Ah, the little valleys, the frozenly distilled breath of thick fog covering the mountain tops and the unfolding miniature worlds everywhere. Certain writers give you a map to fend for yourself; I usually like to walk the reader through. So many events have taken place and I have recorded in vivid detail for the delight of my faithful followers. Not one to buy my nails in desperation but patiently allow them to grow so I can break them scratching your back when I get to see you.