When you write a book there is that initial stage of euphoria where the ideas just flow.

Then you realize that something you just wrote contradicts one of the rules of your universe, and you act accordingly.

After recovering from this set back, you forge ahead sure that you’re heading in the right direction. When you reach the middle of the book you look around and think, “What in the hell am I doing here?”

After a few glasses of wine or bars of chocolate, you rally and plod on. The plodding phase continues until you have a Eureka moment.

Passion for you story is renewed and you write like the wind, closing in on the finish. When you type the last word it’s like a burden has been lifted.

You come out of your writing cave…reconnect with your family…take a shower…act like a sane individual for awhile…until you start on edits which looks something like this.