So I told myself I would die or finish this draft of my manuscript — which my agent and my supportive writing friends are waiting to read. Have been waiting to read. Um . . . for a while now.
It is a story that almost died — a weird magic story a whole bunch of people believe in for some reason. Some (you know who you are!) have been pushing me — rather hard! 🙂
The truth is, I have been pushing myself hardest of all. This story has been sitting on my chest, wanting to get out. Maybe I have to write it, so that I could cleanse at least some of that weirdness out of me 🙂
Whether I agree with my lovely generous friends — and a certain writing teacher — about the future of this particular crazy manuscript, I swore to myself I would finish it (or go insane).
So I tried to give myself deadlines.
So I woke up early in the morning, stayed up late at night.
I was really hoping tonight would be THE NIGHT. I was hoping to be blogging about THE WISDOM I HAVE GAINED AFTER FINISHING THIS DRAFT by now. Just a draft, mind you. In all its (horrific! glaring!) imperfection.
I so wanted to enjoy this Christmas season MANUSCRIPT-FREE.
Oh, well. Sometimes life doesn’t come to you in rations — or in neat packages meant to be enjoyed one present at a time. Now’s the time for family, now’s the time for manic writing, now is the time for holiday cheer. Sometimes that’s not the way it works.
Sometimes everything is just dumped on you at once — the main course, the soup, and the ice cream, and you must slurp it all up at once in one big bowl, and enjoy. (Sounds so gross, I’m sure.)
But the truth is — I AM enjoying it — all of it — the whole impossible smelly stew that my life is right now.
(And I am almost done with that hated-beloved-stupid-magical-impossible book. Or one of its many drafts, at least. I’m almost there!!!)

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