Together

I finished my manuscript. Again.
I started with a “safe” version. Completely wrote it. Done.

Elegiac.

Restrained.

It wasn’t who I am.

I decided to go all in and just let it rip.

There's no sense in putting out a thing if it’s not you.



Something amazing happened when I was reworking it.

Word decided to start losing its mind. Every other time I would save it, the table of contents would lose some formatting.

Given that there’s a meta-narrative across the whole book about systems failing, I loved it. It helped me feel like this was the way it was meant to go.

Now I will just sit on it for a while and let it resonate with me. I’ll go through the things I cut and wonder what they mean.