“You’ve got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?” — Raymond Carver (Cathedral)

I woke up in middle of the night thinking about these questions.  Or rather, the myriad of possible answer(s) to them.

Since I’ve said I finished my book, non-writers tend to think that means finished.  Gee, I wonder what would give them that idea?  What I really mean is that I have the bones — and thankfully they’re good, strong bones — the structure and the basics of the story, but I’m still working on the real guts.  It’s in 3 sections, and I’m fairly confident that I’ve got Section 1 beefed up to where I want it, where I need it to be, so now it’s on to Section 2, etc…

Of course that’s too basic for middle-of-the-night obsessive thinking.  I spent most of those ticking minutes thinking about my own guts — how brave am I really willing to be?  What am I trying to understand?  How much of my own self-doubt and failures are going into this?  What to put in.  What to leave out.