On Revising a Manuscript I Wasn’t Expecting Still to be Revising by Now

There’s a quote about how at first, when you’re writing a novel, it feels like you’re crawling, then later it feels like you’re walking, then finally it feels like you’re flying. Anyone have the correct attribution for this line? (If I find out, I’ll add the attribution in a comment.)

With the last few drafts of this particular novel, for a while I felt like I was trapped in concrete, far underground… but now it feels like I’m a comet shooting through space. I don’t know if that’s a sign that I shouldn’t be working on this project any more, or a sign that I should…
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