Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.
Unexpected, and distressing (to me) news last evening, and I am . . . something. I’m not really sure what.
What I know for sure, is that I’ll spend some time with my Moleskin notebook this morning and sort it out.
Then, back to my manuscript with scissors and highlighters and a favourite pen, continuing the work of cutting it apart and piecing it back together. It’s a time-consuming, necessary, and satisfying part of the process.
Also, I wish it would snow.