Less than one month until deadline! On that day the book must be delivered to the publisher -- photos, stories, source notes, bibliography, glossary, front and back matter, and intros. ALL of it.
getting done, slowly but surely. I keep printing out finished stories
to add to my stack o' manuscript, which is slowly growing into a
complete draft. I've been marking it up a little as I go, but will save
the lion's share of the work for when I get the WHOLE THING written.
Which will be cutting it pretty close to deadline, admittedly. But this
is not the time to panic about that.
Just cultivating a sense of
slow and steady purpose -- and a lot of hard work. I'm trying to
maintain that sense of urgency and I hope I don't get to where I burn
myself out. I keep thinking of how good it will feel to have the last
story printed and added to that stack. I can do it. It is going to get
And I have to remember that it will not be perfect. There
will be a lot of dumb spots in there. It can't be helped. I can't let
that paralyze me.
Just breathe. One of the writing bosses I worked with at Hamline told me, "Persevere." I think that's damned good advice.