Stumbled upon this in some old notes. I wrote it a few months ago, but somehow never got to posting it then–and while it’s not the stage I’m at with the book now (the stage I’m at now is closer to, “okay, now that I’ve finally told the right story, I need to go back and tell it in the right words”) still I’m posting it as a reminder to myself, for the next time I am at this point in the process. Because there’s always a next time, and yet each one somehow feels like the very first time.
There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here. There is a book here.
It just doesn’t feel like it right now.
Someone remind me of this post when I’m working on the next book, and it doesn’t feel like there’s a book there either?