Starting a book project is work. Hard work.
I am organizing the notes and documents into a set of folders that follow the current, loose outline. I have to scan some documents.
I have to set up organizational and reminder software. I want to just start writing, to get into the “fun” work (HA!) of writing. This preliminary stuff is almost enough to make me kick the Muse off the couch and take a nap.
Is writing an addiction? Why do we writers willingly spend so much time suffering? We suffer to write; we suffer when we write. We agonize over the flaws after publication.
We write again. Ad infiwritum.
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