What to Expect When You're Expecting My Book

Writing is hard. Parenting is harder. So why not combine the two?!

I announced my book last week, but it’s been in the works for months. There were a lot of details to be worked out, including a contract that needed to be reviewed and revised and reviewed and approved, as well as the content and format of the book. During that whole process, I did zero writing.

It was frustrating, but I assured myself that once I got started actually writing, it would come easy. I just needed to have a rough structure in place and then I’d be able to let it rip.

Well, now I have a rough structure in place, and last week I finally let it rip. I even wrote a decent amount. But now I have to write more. And more after that. And more after that. And every time I write a little, all that “more” gets more harrowing.

Progress feels impossible. After that first initial burst I was excited to forge ahead. The next day I opened my Word doc and looked to see where I’d left off, upon which I realized that everything I had written thus far was dogshit and had to be fixed up and improved and added to, and that I was not going to be forging ahead at all just yet, no, I was going to be wading backwards. Through quicksand.

One step forward, two steps back, and I get the sense it’s going to be like that every single time I sit down and start again. I can’t possibly see how I will ever finish a chapter, let alone the entire book. This shit is hard!

But enough #firstworldproblems. I bet you want to know what I’m actually writing about!