I had some kind of breakdown and cleaned my desk and office. Family says “wow” when they walk in now.
Cleaning extends to metaphor too, as I get ready to dive into one last edit of this novel. Prepration takes many forms.
Burnout (and the allure of younger, shinier projects) is a serious risk. I’ve been working on this since 2007 (and thinking about it from even earlier days). I got some seriously good feedback from beta readers and I have a good idea what I’m up against.
So, clean desk. Still three kinds of xylitol here a few cables, and a sticky note with writing on it. Two different kinds of cables. Two empty glasses. And one unfinished novel.