Why is it that I can never remember how to write a book? Like, I mean, when I’m writing a book.
Before I start a manuscript, I know how to write a book. After I finish a manuscript, I know how to write a book.
But why, when I’m in the middle of a manuscript, can’t I remember?
Where do these pieces go?
What do I do with these ends?
How do I build bridges, pave roadways, plant sign posts?
Where the heck am I? Where did he come from? And what do I do with you?
Memory loss then gives way to fear: The fear of not being able to finish —
What was I thinking? Did I really think I could pull it off again?
I’m so stuck
This really sucks
I’ve had enough
This is just Way. Too. Hard!
(((Echos of childbirth))) “I will never do this again!”
But I will. I do. I did. And I will again.
No matter how difficult.
No matter how painful.
No matter how frustrating, headaching, exhausting, or sacrificing.
Because I am a writer.
It’s what I do.
It’s what I love.
It’s who I am.
I’ll say it again: I am a writer.
So I will work. I will work, and work, and work. I will write. I will push through. I will.
Because I know that when I do, the words will come together. The characters will own their voice. The story will find its shape. The book will be finished.
And then I will remember again.