The D Word
“This wretched brain gave way and I became a wreck at random, driven without one glimpse of reason or heaven.” Thomas Moore
I’ve been head down, focused on this tiny screen for I don’t know how long. Months? Certainly. But more likely: years. When I’m not editing, I’m rewriting or researching, cutting, adding, rewriting some more. And when I’m not working on my new novel, I’m organizing the Whistler Writers Festival, now in its 15th year (read this as a flagrant promotion of one of my passions). There are other tugs on my time. I know I’m not unique. Everyone has time issues. That’s life.
But I’ve come to see how I deal with this mostly self-imposed pressure, as if anew.
And frankly, I don’t like what I see.