Why’s it Gotta Be So Hard?
Uch. This again? This tangled mess of a novel, coherent one day, scrambled the next. The doing and undoing and doing up again. This painful birthing process – this illusion of final product. Is it this hard for everyone? This redundant? This maddening? These peaks and valleys, so exhausting in this creative climb. So relentless. (Obviously a very hard day of writing and rewriting, typing and deleting) Ah, but tomorrow… maybe tomorrow…