Or perhaps I want less. Less worry about all the little niggley details of my life (and anyone else's I'm sure). Am I eating well? Did I get that paperwork done? Are my step-kids taking their exams seriously? Why is there no butter? Should I take another tack on my novel? Why is it raining when I have sheets to wash? I haven't seen the carrots yet, are they old seeds? And on and on and on until I feel I could explode. And then I remember that this means I need to sit. Sit in front of my shrine and calm my monkey mind.
The minute I finish this, I'm going to work on my book for an hour. Then I'll sit. I'm supposed to go roaming with Marion today but she is a late riser so not sure when.
Let me check my schedule and see where I am with the book. This is the end of week two (my writing weeks go from Tuesday to Tuesday)
Ah yes, let's see now.
All good - I've switched one thing - I'm starting with the plot revision, not character as I first thought. Makes more sense. I'm about 15% into the book on this part. Today I'd like to be up to 20%
The very very strange thing is that I feel I've never done this before. And I guess I haven't. Not in the same way - not with the same intention. I think I thought revising was cleaning up a manuscript. This is intense but I really like it.
Those of you who are revising - how's it going? Those that have revised let me know what was most helpful to you.