Sometimes when you start a project like cleaning out your closets for winter, there comes a point about halfway through when you look up and are almost overwhelmed with the enormity of what you have started. The creeping horror that this might take slightly longer than you originally planned settles like a lead weight in the pit of your stomach.
Maybe it’s the huge piles of crap surrounding you or maybe it’s the realization that most of this stuff doesn’t fit and you don’t need it anyway. You reassure yourself that although it might look like a big old mess now…it will soon be neat, organized, and fit together perfectly.
And that’s the point I’m at with my current manuscript. I’ve pulled out everything for closer scrutiny. Now I am deciding what is important and absolutely needed, and what I can donate or maybe save for a garage sale…
Do ya feel me? Where are you at with the current wip?
And this may be the best reason for never cleaning your closet: