Writing is hard. Deadlines are hard to keep. And as an independent author, there are so many things that must get done. Tonight, I hurried through dinner prep for the next two evenings so that I could settle in with Ed and get some more writing done. Well, copying and pasting, to be honest. It took me two days of thinking and picturing this book’s structure in my head, and I’m copying all of the existing content to a formatted file. Along the way I’m modifying and polishing sentences. Thankfully, I type fast because it feels as though I’m getting nothing done. Perhaps a sweet reward will be in order when draft #2 is fully formatted.