I’ve been torn up the last couple of days. Four to be exact. Something has just been off. At first I thought it was 9/11, because it always hits me hard and stays with me. I’ve been grouchy, moody, haven’t felt like talking to anyone, and haven’t been sleeping.
Today I made some decisions about the book I just finished. And it involves a major edit. Something(s) just weren’t working, and there is nothing worse than loving your book but having that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that there are just some things that every time you read it, for the rest of your life, will bug the shit of you.
The good news is, once I made the decision, I felt so much better. Markedly. Lighter. I suppose it could have something to do with everyone I ran into at the grocery store tonight . . . Tri-Lakes firefighters (always good-mood inducing), a couple cowboys from out at the ranch (goes without saying really), and one of my best friends (who always makes me happy when I see her).
So, the process sucks sometimes. And it is a process. A long one. A long process that I honestly love, but I only love it when I clearly see the way I’m supposed to go.
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