Writing my way out

When what you want isn't what you need

I started this month with every intention of finishing TSATS. I was going to put pedal to the metal. I was going to burn the midnight oil. I was going to make revision my entire personality for 31 days, and then, assuming all went according to plan, I would be done. Done! The book of my heart finished after two years. What a relief, I thought, to be done with this thing I’d been wrestling with for so very long.

Then my brain decided to go into panic mode.