I don’t want to write

It’s good for me. That’s why I do it.

But today, I’m feeling drained and spent since I’ve been working obsessively on my book. I’m trying to decide which quotes fit which chapters and I’m wrestling with which songs to include and which ones to leave out. I think I got it figured out. It’s so hard to decide what to leave out.

But I’m liking the flow of it now. That’s a big one.  My goal is to finish it to the point I feel good about sending it to my first reader this month.

Almost there.

I think I need to sleep on some of the decisions. Then I need to write the query and something else (I am too tired to remember what it’s called) and choose publishers. Then wait for all the rejection letters! I have lots of experience with that having lost most of the grants to which we’ve applied. OK, that’s a little bitter. Forgive me.

I feel really good about it now which will give in to some self doubt at times but I’m not going to let my brain drag me there and leave me.

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