Yes always sounds about right, unless the question is "Have you found your ending yet?" My favorite answer to that question is "It's not a craft, I don't do product, it doesn't need an ending." Creative Is my friends. Think of it as a journey into the future, a communion of wish, beyond consumption, fundamentally useless and yet it's work, and like pornography you know an end when you see one
The case of Donahue and Stevenson, whether a Mrs. May Donahue was entitled to financial compensation when she found a snail in a bottle of ginger-beer, first went to court in Paisley, Scotland, in 1928 and it found a conclusion in the United Kingdom's House of Lords in 1932. Mrs. May Donahue was a shop assistant, she separated from her husband in 1932, she subsequently divorced and died in a mental hospital in 1958 when I was six years old. It's totally a ripping yarn. For some reason, and I accepted this years ago, a conclusion-driven-saga is not within my own capacity. Tragically I'm beginning to take joy in what I'll call conclusion-less-ness. It's a right royal f-you and a get over it to the answer merchants. I just don't care what six times six is. And if occasionally I forget the name of this or that political figure or the name of the cat sleeping on my belly, too bad.
