I am working on the manuscript for a memoir and I don’t seem to get that you have to write every day to make progress. Twice a week is not good enough. I need to write three pages a day every day. The first draft can be shitty, leaves lots of room for editing. 
Work with all your heart, because—-I promise—-if you show up for your work day after day after day after day, you just might get lucky enough some random morning to burst right into bloom. —Elizabeth Gilbert
Revision is part of the process that makes the work whole. Hopefully, I’ll hire a good editor to work with me to shape the draft into everything it could be. This person should ideally not only copy edit but help me write more self-reflexively into the draft. Good editing gets to the heart of the story. 

What trouble do you have in facing the blank page?

I know what its like to dance with fireflies on a hot summer night in the middle of a field of grass. I know what it means to love with reckless abandon. And I know the most truest form of love. I know the sweet and sour taste of his lips. I know facts like arithmetic, grammar, and history. I know that some things only the metaphysical world can explain. I know the feelings beyond each season changing. I know super elation and I know the bottoms of a fugue state. I know the better part of a musical encyclopedia. I know the musicality of language. I know what to eat and what not to. I know how to exericse. I know myself after an indepth investigation (lots of therapy). I know the secrets in literature. I know the difference between a person and a label. I know how to take a good photograph. I know the sour sweet taste of cold lemonade. I know that dreams take action. I know that I need to know so much more. I know that I know nothing at all. 




What do you know?