Not much to report, honestly, other than chipping away at drafting and rewrites. And, surprisingly, this isn’t causing me anxiety or consternation. It’s simply part of the work I want to do. Yes, it’s sometimes difficult and sometimes, word-count-wise, there isn’t a lot to show at the end of the day, but I’m okay with that. Maybe I might even be enjoying my work.
Many years ago, a friend from my LiveJournal days sent me the following: