Phew! After a progressively more intense few months, I have (hopefully!) emerged from a teething bout from hell. Last night I managed to get an hour to finally start some of the huge checklist of revisions that I’ve been itching to do since New Year.
It’s felt totally overwhelming trying to work out where to start. But as my ms pinged onto the screen I was relieved to see it 1) all intact still and B) starting to fall into a better order than my brain had allowed me to remember.
So thank you, entropy. A little less energy can lead the way to literary equilibrium after all.
(Although maybe not a long term strategy for ever finishing anything…)