My second cookbook is due to my editor tomorrow. Because I am something of a last-minute worker, I am still very much in the midst of the writing process and am finding myself getting very lost in self doubt as I work.
I’ve been mining old blog entries for themes and turns of phrase, and as I read things I wrote three and four years ago, I start to wonder if my some of my best writing is actually behind me. I used to invest so much of myself in my blog, but lately, that well has been feeling exceedingly dry. I worry that I’ve told all my stories and that maybe, just maybe, I’m not living enough to refill the creative cistern.
I don’t know the answer. All I really know is that at this moment, the most important thing to do is to continue to push through to the end of this book. Right now, there is no forest, only trees and bark and rapidly greening leaves. Hopefully soon, I’ll pull back and remember the forest.
