"Something happens and there are two options. One: deposit the thing in the rag bag of experiences, thinking maybe I will take it out again later and stitch it onto some larger quilt. Two: immediately embroider its edges and display it as some kind of little useless doily. The first option is obviously better: nice warm quilt, interesting coherent pattern. But what if I never end up using the scrap and it just sits at the bottom of the bag? Also what if the quilt turns out to be hideous or is never finished? What if the quilt contracts bedbugs? I think this would be a better metaphor if I knew how to make a quilt (or, for that matter, a novel)."