The last ten percent of the progress takes ninety percent of the work.

I was beginning to understand what that meant. The closer I got to finishing the draft of my novel, the more drastically the missing pieces changed the story arc. Every problem I solved seemed to have echoing effects on later chapters that were already solidifying.

Done is better than good! I reminded myself as I moved chapters around.

Keep it simple, stupid! I admonished myself, excising entire subplots for multiple characters.

I didn’t get a whole lot of work done today. My brain was a mess of disorganized plot elements and emotional upheaval- somehow all the old emotional push-buttons that I thought I’d finally managed to lock down into the “off” position managed to rearm themselves. I spent most of the day just trying to surf my thoughts across the roiling tide of emotions that I’d been lulled into complacency about. Fasting days were usually calm and even-keeled, but not today.

I was not my best self. I did not do my best work. I spent a lot of time visualizing how I wanted to be feeling: calm, relieved, breathing easy; but by God it was WORK.


At least it was Friday. With luck, a little rest will set me straight.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on June 14, 2019.

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