Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Me and my manuscript - or - Metaphors for letting go
So, anyway, I was thinking about letting go and a few images came to mind
- The curtain rises, the music starts and you have to open your mouth and sing even if you're only eighty percent certain you can hit the high note
- Okay, any time you sit in the dentist chair and let him start with the giant needles
- Your pub date: The day on which your book emerges into the world and there's not a single thing you can change anymore (another great day for puking and, yes, I have a weak stomach).
How do you let go? What's your metaphor?