I’ve heard lots of writers talk about the difficulties of writing, and what hard physical labor it is. I love writing while I’m doing it – it feels easy, but I’m often able to eat everything in the kitchen to replenish my energy when I’m done.
With Right Brain / Left Brain, I’m finding out about the time between finishing the writing and the actual holding of the book in one’s hand. There’s a lot of work between the one and the other. I had no idea how many decisions and possibilities and potential directions there are in book publishing.
Pic Michel, who is guiding Francine and I through this process, is an excellent tracker, good at helping us with the choices in the labyrinth. But (up until now, I intone) this is an awful lot of work – and, unlike the writing, it feels like work.
There’s joy in the labor, though, since we know there’s a fun and beautiful book at the end of this process. Aaaaahhhhh.