I was walking along through the snow last week thinking about this story that I am working on and what a big mess it is.
Really, truly a mess.
And then I thought: but I have to be willing for it to be a mess, I have to be patient with the mess, if I have any hope at all of turning the story into something that makes sense, something that matters to me and my heart.
What I’m trying to say is that I realized that I had to let the story be lousy in order for it to stand some chance of being good.
And then I thought: I am going to write that down, to remind myself.
So, here it is written down:
It’s okay for the story to be a big mess.
Maybe it is even necessary for it to be a big mess.
Keep going.
Don’t give up.
The story will find its way.

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