Because I’m rewriting my entire manuscript for In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day it feels sort of overwhelming. But I’m beginning to get some traction.

It’s hard to describe, but at the beginning of a book it feels like you’re in the middle of a dense forest surrounding by thick foliage. You have no idea how to get out. So you take your machete and start hacking in one direction. Then you change directions. And you change directions again. But eventually you come to a clearing where you can see your way.

I think that is beginning to happen simply because I’m been swinging my machete like a crazy jungle guide. I’ve got a long ways to go to get out of the jungle, but I’m beginning to see the clearning.

Back to the jungle!