I’m thinking there may be more than one way that characterizes one’s working style. You hear of a particular method as describing one’s typical way of working. But maybe there is more than one.
I know I must make the colossal mess somewhere down the line, ordinarily. But sometimes it doesn’t go that way: I’ll find myself confronting a simple success. Perhaps I conceptualized the process so exactly (at the threshhold of sleep) – or the materials behaved as I expected them to, or better – that the result was satisfactory. The little gem on the table right now is a case in point.
What this implies is that I’ll be soldiering on with the two monsters against the wall for the rest of my life.