A few months back I promised to share with you the progress of my forthcoming book.
Well, guess what?
It fell apart yesterday.
Yes, it was a hot mess of horrible.
But I did not panic. No, ma’am.
At 6:15 AM this morning, I woke up and figured out how to put the whole thing back together again. It took me thirty minutes and when I look at the new chapter outlines, it seems more real somehow than it did before.
Of course, it’s all part of the process–my process at least. In fact, now I’m getting to my favorite part of writing. That sweet spot where I have just enough material written with which to work that I can buzz about and and pepper the text with new information and lost scraps of content that I’ve tucked away around the house, my purse, and on Evernote. It’s like seasoning a soup while it simmers.
Yes, the day that my manuscript fell apart is the best writing day that I’ve had in a long time.