I’m in the middle of writing Chapter 6 of my book.
So hard. Sooooo hard. I’m well aware that this isn’t rocket science. But it is a big puzzle, with 100,000 pieces on an eternally shifting canvas. You have an idea of what you want to do and say, but it doesn’t always come out the way you desire. So you go back, rearrange, shift, alter, delete, insert. You forget details, ignore details, question details. You dream about the subject; hope it’ll turn out right—but know you won’t be completely happy. It’s a nightmare within a nightmare within a nightmare.
And there’s nothing I’d rather do.