There comes a moment in all books where nothing else matters but sitting down in the chair and putting words on the page. It's like the final six miles of a marathon, when you can sense the finish but not hear the applause or see the actual finish line.
It’s been a busy May. Completing a new manuscript, finishing track season, a week in Europe, and then immediately up in Mammoth for what was meant to be a period of restoration. Instead, the stress and dehydration and jet lag all caught up to me and I spent yesterday flat on my back with some version of the stomach flu.
There is a saying among distance coaches that “the process is the goal.” It’s not much different than “work the process” or just "process” as a verb. There’s the creative process and a thousand other processes that get us from dreams to that amazing moment when it all comes true, but you've got to find your own and work it.