I’m at the start of something like a self-imposed retreat from writing chatter. I have read and read and searched and read about success, and process (foolish me), and milestones, “what worked for me”, the agent hunt, etc. I’m all filled up, re-remembering the good and dismissing the unhelpful.
It was a good, somewhat useful diversion. But now I return to the point: the writing. I’m retreating into the next draft of my novel. Others might be able to juggle the external and the internal more successfully, but I can’t, and I’m tired of trying.
To the pages, and I’ll be back once I’ve got something fit for human consumption.