In the last few days, I’ve gone over seven copy edited chapters, rewrote another entirely, and author-edited two more.
If I’m not sleeping or working, that damn book has got me in its grips. Not only has my newsletter stopped going out since I started, but now the blog begins to atrophy. I have two, maybe three more weeks, then I am done and the machine takes over.
I no longer tell other people to write a book. I’m in the marathon stage of book writing, where it’s all pain and your eyes toward the finish line that seems to keep receeding as you run to it, like mountains at the western end of Kansas. The worst is the emotional haul: is it any good, why am I doing it, what if people think it’s stupid, if I only had more time, when will it be over i want my life back…
Writing Books: just say no.