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 itโs 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 Iโd 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 โmoreโ 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 Iโd 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 itโs going to be like that every single time I sit down and start again. I canโt 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 Iโm actually writing about!