A couple of sentences from the book I'm reading, Split by Suzanne Finnamore, jumped out at me. (In the book, they appear a few pages apart):
"I intend truth, but some of what I believe to be true is doubtless untrue."
"'Everything is going according to plan,' Christian says. 'Just not the plan you made.'"
could apply to writing. Or life in general. We are always aiming at
truth, but we're never sure what we might have wrong. We must be
confident, even while we know we're not perfect. We weave coherent
narratives, knowing that any thread could loosen and start the
unraveling if our understanding changes.
We plan even though we know our span of control is limited, and things will happen that we can't predict.