Some people talk about writing like they are chasing butterflies along the pretty garden paths of their manuscripts. Like their words frolick with Disney characters. They speak of churning out pages like a high-end laser printer.
But we’re writers. Writers persevere. Even if it’s only one page at a time–hell, one sentence at a time–we keep going. We are mighty beings formed of stubbornness, creativity and caffeine.
Currently, I’m deep in a memoir about my crazy high-risk pregnancy journey. Rather than a grind, this manuscript is an all-out pain-fest. Instead of making up story lines and black moments for fictional characters, I’m reliving my own.
The only thing getting me through this memoir is my Bikini Wax Theory of writing.
Let me explain…
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