Not long to go now, and I don’t mind admitting that I am feeling nervous. And stressed. And elated. And did I mention nervous? This book means so much to me, I just hope I am doing it justice. If only i had more time keeps popping into my head but i’ve had plenty of time — except, for most of it I was busy running my wee business and doing the hundred-and-one other things that needed to be done first. It’s only now that I am so close to the deadline that I am seeing how much more I could have done. But I’m trusting that it’s all working out as it’s supposed to, and am looking forward to working on the edits with my editor, knocking this book into shape. Polishing the chapters. Burnishing the words.

I’m so close!

Just got to keep swimming.

Sometimes i write myself into a corner and can’t seem to get out.
Sometimes there are holes in the text, and when i hold it up to the light it looks like it’s been attacked by moths.
Sometimes i write a whole page and every sentence is accompanied by the ‘who’s going to want to read this crap?’ song.
Sometimes I write something and i know it’s not the whole truth, i know i’m holding back for fear of being judged.
Sometimes I have to let that fear go and write what is really in my heart.
Sometimes I wish i could put the occasional emoticon in my sentences ;-)
Sometimes I wonder if it will be good enough for my editor.
Sometimes I wonder if it will be good enough for me.
Sometimes I get scared that people will laugh at me when they read my book, and not in a good way.
Sometimes I wonder at the wisdom of sharing some of the truths I’m sharing.
Sometimes I need to just open the document and keep writing.