We had another book team meeting yesterday morning, and I was greatly relieved afterward, as we collectively clarified those editorial notes that were giving me agita. I feel more able to move forward now, and accomplish the next draft of the thing. This stage is the second hardest of the entire book writing endeavor, the first being getting down a complete first draft to begin with. On we go.
I feel a bit fragile lately, possibly it's the seasonal blues, making me feel vulnerable, solitary, imagination running amok, sensitivities naked to the barest breath. The sky outside reflects my mood. Strictly speaking, nothing is desperately wrong in my little corner, not really, not when compared. Life is just life, and none of us makes it through this earth school unscathed by its lessons. Nothing to do but study hard and seek the light. A blessed Hanukkah and soon-to-be Christmas and Kwanzaa to those who celebrate.