My book is a village. Most of the time my book is going it alone. My book is rewrites, critiques, writers groups, writers workshops, classes, rewrites, red highlighters, yellow highlighters, disappointments, thrills, eternal damnation, and self-inflicting pain. Writing my book is throwing my ego out and accepting feedback, although sometimes, I don't want to. Writing my book is knowing when to say "I don't agree" and be willing to go out on a limb and trust my instincts. Trust my abilities. Writing my book is understanding there are things I don't understand, so I need to keep learning and growing as a writer and a person. Writing my book is listening, revising, and tossing out sentences, paragraphs, and chapters because they don't fit. Writing my book is writing something good and making it better and better again. And sometimes, after all that work, going back to the first version. Writing my book is a mound of files, whether on my computer or in my filing cabinet. Writing my book is paranoia. What if I lose it? What if what I wrote is terrible? Writing my book is my death wish, hoping someone, somewhere, after I am long gone, will pick up 'Miles Apart' an bring part of me back to life. Part of me.
