If I could only start something new, it would amazing.
There would be no false starts.
There would be no hesitation.
Everything would flow from my fingers through the keyboard and it would be magic.
My new ideas are not like my old ideas.
Flawed and soggy.
They are triumphant. They are fully formed.
Read over full manuscript. Reading over one’s one work is excruciating. Then started editing. Allowed myself 30 minutes to write out the beginnings of a short new thing. Then went back to editing.
Reading notes: Started The Last Policeman. For the second time actually, but this time in print which sometimes works better for me than the Kindle version.