Anyone else feel like running away on the day you commit to rewriting your manuscript? Sheesh. You go from feeling satisfied; overjoyed; accomplished. Just days before, after you, you finished a beast of a project! Something you’ve sacrificed hours of the days for; poured your heart out into. Then suddenly, those moments are gone. Those feelings are replaced all too quickly by fear; uncertainty; and doubt. How frail the writer’s soul is. How malleable the writer’s journey is. But oh how it’s worth it. Because creativity is worthy of all that pain. All that doubt. It’s what drives us writer’s, no? When prose sings. When characters breathe. When plot speaks.
So run, I won’t. Instead, I’ll begin. Again.