Oh, lord, remember everything I said about how great it is to get older, more in touch with yourself, more at ease with your foibles?
I got two really solid, good in-depth responses to the manuscript today, both of which get at the same things from different ways. And I have had to flail along the length of the couch all evening, flopping in despair about how I cannot possible fix those issues because I’m just not that good of a writer.
Even if I had a million years.
Therefore, I will just burn the manuscript and go back to not working on my quilt.
Like I said, my writing process includes a lot of melodrama.
Writing, I think, is a lot like walking a tightrope without a net. Once you get the hang of it, and are way up there in the air, and your body just kind of reflexively knows what to do, you are, occasionally, still going to slip. And you will fall. And you will stay there for a moment, with your arms and legs wrapped around the wire, and you will be sweating and you will be shaking. And then, you will get up and finish your routine.
And you will not have actually fallen as badly as you might.
Shoot, some folks in the audience might not even know it was an accident at all.