On Writing, Foolishness and Sprints
My editor started earlier this month. After almost three years. I can barely believe it. And with the end in sight, I’ve hit pause for a few weeks and it has allowed me to reflect on the journey. It started with a heavy dose of naiveté that seemed to be warranted when I finished the first draft in six months! “Heck, I’ll be done in a year!” I uttered sincerely, with no understanding of the bumpy road ahead. So how did one-year become three? And the most terrifying question of all. Was three years enough time to completely finish my novel?