Very exciting for me–this week I’ll finish up the first draft of my new memoir. Having already written one (quite a long time ago) that was successful in the UK, it was interesting to be writing in that format again. For simplicity’s sake, I did write a linear book, since it’s my habit to loop and wind and bury myself (and my stories) in complexity and I couldn’t afford the twenty drafts that always takes. (Ask me how many unfinished novels I have. Wait. No, don’t.)
I hope when I start to read it, it reads okay. I know there’s a ton of work ahead to get to a second draft–isn’t there always? When did the world ever have a scarcity of work?
How’s it going this week for you?