Taking A Breath
So, I've handed in a first draft of the new book and now I'm taking a breath. Sort of. There is still much "To Do" listing to do.
As I was careening toward the finish line of my draft (feeling increasingly insecure about the whole thing as I typed my fingernails off), I kept adding to my "To Do Later" list. Every time something would come up - a plumber to call, a bill to pay, a load of wash to do, a dog to walk (poor Scooter and his crossed legs) - I would just scratch it down on my I'll-get-to-it-once-I'm-finished-with-the-book list. Actually, I no longer scratch anything down anymore. Now I just type things into my phone/computer/iPad on a handy To Do program. Which has made me much more organized but also much more stressed out as the little red number indicating how many things I still have "to do" reaches triple digits.
Anyway, suffice it to say that by the time I was ready to tackle "The List" it had grown to monstrous proportions. It made writing my book look like a walk in the park. Like a day at the beach. And like every other clich
As I was careening toward the finish line of my draft (feeling increasingly insecure about the whole thing as I typed my fingernails off), I kept adding to my "To Do Later" list. Every time something would come up - a plumber to call, a bill to pay, a load of wash to do, a dog to walk (poor Scooter and his crossed legs) - I would just scratch it down on my I'll-get-to-it-once-I'm-finished-with-the-book list. Actually, I no longer scratch anything down anymore. Now I just type things into my phone/computer/iPad on a handy To Do program. Which has made me much more organized but also much more stressed out as the little red number indicating how many things I still have "to do" reaches triple digits.
Anyway, suffice it to say that by the time I was ready to tackle "The List" it had grown to monstrous proportions. It made writing my book look like a walk in the park. Like a day at the beach. And like every other clich
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