The long, quiet, good day

So this is where I've been: Boston, Cambridge, New York City. All in the last weeks. I celebrated my 36th birthday.

Now I'm writing every morning to make This Is Life as good as it can possibly be.

I've got about 90,000 words of the draft and many of them I haven't looked at in over a year. This is the good, but also the bad. The good is there's plenty of work to do here, many mornings to fill with revision, reading, marking up printed sheets and putting in changes. Yes, I'll be revising this book on paper. At least for now. That's really the best way for me to work. So I'll do a chapter or two a day, maybe some days three.

Teaching three classes now keeps me busy. But I'm working at all of this, getting the book ready to show to New York. Nobody told me way back that this would be the way for me to work on it, but you find your own way as a writer. Have to. You get to the point where you need to do something and you find out how to do it. You get to a bridge and see how to cross it. That's how it goes.

I'm teaching three classes as of now, working on Author Boot Camp with Scott, and revising this book. In some ways none of this could be better. I'm doing what I need to to pay bills, doing what I love, and the writing work is laid out in front of me: mornings full of it from here to wherever I can imagine. The book will improve. All of this will take time. So I'll do it, and the work will get done. Every day, with sometimes a Sunday for a break. Like today.