The seventh draft of my new novel is theoretically done, but I’m not completely sure it’s done. There are some scenes at the end that I still feel like reworking. Of course, some things are worth hashing out, and some are ok to gloss over. The key is to determine what ideas are still germinating, where I’ve been lazy or my curiosity and imagination has simply failed me, and where I omitted fleshing something out because it wasn’t important to the story or the atmosphere. These are the things I obsess over. But there’s some magic in it too. Sometimes ideas come to life organically, bits and pieces of the story, details about the characters, come to me if I only give them time.