I am lost at sea. The water is vast and unpredictable. Great currents carry me forward on some days, and on others my hands struggle against a gluelike resistance. I can’t see the shapes of the islands; they are mere mounds on the horizon. I’m so much farther than when I started, but I don’t know how much farther I have to swim.
Speaking as a chronic tinkerer, the filial concept is a powerful tool for the writer. How do we reach our project’s filial? Perhaps defining it can make the road to completion more clear.
I think I tend to have the opposite problem. I keep thinking I've finally put the finishing touches on a book, only to have a beta, mentor, agent, or, hopefully some day soon, editor dump a huge pile of notes on top of it 😭
I love your metaphor for notes, though. How you have to weather them at first, because they're so scary and tempestuous and they just mess everything up. But eventually clarity comes, and you can see the way through. For now.
Speaking as a chronic tinkerer, the filial concept is a powerful tool for the writer. How do we reach our project’s filial? Perhaps defining it can make the road to completion more clear.
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I think I tend to have the opposite problem. I keep thinking I've finally put the finishing touches on a book, only to have a beta, mentor, agent, or, hopefully some day soon, editor dump a huge pile of notes on top of it 😭
I love your metaphor for notes, though. How you have to weather them at first, because they're so scary and tempestuous and they just mess everything up. But eventually clarity comes, and you can see the way through. For now.