I haven’t been writing. Life has been keeping me busy. I had a short temporary job that didn’t work out well, and the road back to normalcy has been filled with rabbit trails.

Today it’s back to query letters for Forget-me-not and editing for Mystery Valley Ranch. Your prayers and pleasant thoughts are much appreciated.

A painting that is all golden glow and admirable wordless heft

I read a quote today that I thought was worthy of sharing with you.

“To gain the book one must give up all hope for the book. It is the only way the book can get written. While one writes one cannot simultaneously be gazing up at a glorious, abstract painting of what the book should be, a painting that is all golden glow and admirable wordless heft conveying a sense of a book like a bible, like your very own bible, penned by you - and at the same time expect to be advancing into the body of this particular earthy book. It won’t work. You may gaze and gaze, but you may be sure that when you begin to write, that gorgeous ineffable volume will not coalesce on the page. Something else will appear. And then you have a choice. You can accept it, and get on with your writing, or you can throw it away, and pine for the painting. It is so beautiful! When you’re not actually writing, you have the feeling it would be so simple to get it down on paper. Yet when the time comes, your sentences tangle you. They knot and seethe, grasping like desperate children, hampering you and making you fall so that the beautiful book, the infinite book, is forever out of reach.”

From the book Writing Past Dark by Bonnie Friedman

(Thanks to VictoriaPL from the 999 Reading Challenge.)