I’m not sure I’m good enough to write this story, but I am good enough to try.
See that stack of notecards? That’s the book. Also in this picture are earplugs, my crappy reading glasses that give me a headache, a referral card for an endodontist, some magic elixir, a corrector pen, a mood ring, and my lucky fake succulent, among other junk. I think that’s about right.
This week as I finalized and outline and uttered every curse word I know while maneuvering through the heavenly hellscape that is Scrivener, I alternated between panic, despair, and occasional breaks-in-the-cloud rays of optimism.
My goals are: Have fun. Write a draft of a book.
In between planning and prep, I made bread and applesauce and this chicken pot pie. I’m either going to bake my way to a Pulitzer or write my way to gastric bypass.
I’ll keep you posted!