Beginnings Without Endings
I haven't written in a while. There are myriad reasons for this, but I'm going to start with guilt.
Actually, I'm going to start with endings:
What you're reading isn't complete. That is, when you read the end of this piece of writing — the point where I hit publish — it will still be in the process of being written. The end is only where I've stopped; it will be supplemented and all of this beginning and middle part likely, at some point, edited. I wish there were (and maybe there is that I haven't found) an editor that date- and time-stamped absolutely every session and overlaid them all progressively over the first[^1: The first in this instance being what most would consider the original.] (maybe colorized) to illustrate the process — the temporal and recursive nature — of writing.
One of the reasons what little I have written hasn't been published online (or anywhere else) is that feeling of having never finished — never adequately met the end of whatever I happen to have started writing.