Middle of the First Draft Blues

The process of writing a book contains, beyond a doubt, the single largest hump of anything I have ever done. And by “hump” I mean “middle section that seems like an absurdly impossible climb.” I would imagine that lifelong disciplines might have similar humps. Like mastering a martial art or becoming an expert arranger of tea ceremonies. But these longer goals are broken down into smaller goals. You move up each rung of the martial art ladder, and you…I don’t know…arrange tea ceremonies for...