lagilman | knowing yourself isn't half the battle, but it IS coming armed to the battle.

So Saturday I spent - in addition to making nomlicious white bean and chicken chili - working on the revisions to THE SHATTERED VINE. And there's so much going on in there that I adore, and so much I'm doing that I didn't even realize, in terms of commenting on the social expectations of responsibility and the weight and support of friendship, and socio-political warfare, and etc etc... and finessing the complicated art of being plot-clever without being obvious about it (I am not a fan of Lookitme! I'm clever! storytelling), and I thought "I should write a blog post about all that!"

And then I realized that I write books, instead.

And that simple thought took a small but significant weight off my shoulders, one I didn't even know was there. Y'see, so many of my peers are educated and erudite about Craft, going into depth and breaking down the process, and I've often thought that maybe I too should spend more time here talking about Craft and Content and Context and whatnot, and... no.

I write books. Go, read 'em. It's all in there.

And now, back to the revisions....

[The business of writing, on the other hand, I talk about and you can't stop me (believe me, people have tried), because that's a different part of the brain entirely, and I know stuff you might not, and need to. Which reminds me, have you suggested a topic for next week's Practical Meerkat yet?]