With only weeks to go until my second book is published, I can't help but reminisce a little bit about my journey these past few years, especially since I'm also being asked by other people what feels different this time around. So I wanted to share what it feels like to publish a book.
In the 14th century, a merchant in Venice pulled out a notebook, a few pens, and put together “a page-sized patchwork of his afternoon.” It was called a zibaldone, and was a hybrid diary, doodle pad, scrapbook, and ledger, reinforcing that a desire to record our days has been thriving long before social media apps were conceived.
I’m not one to normally make assumptions. Yet I’m confident in expressing my belief that if you’ve been writing for a while, you’ve probably found yourself stuck on more than one occasion. Along with yours, my hand is most certainly raised. It’s a byproduct of the writer’s life, I’m afraid. Creative knots are totally normal, completely frustrating, and naturally, predictable in their unpredictability.
Doing less of anything is not a philosophy I championed until becoming a mother. I certainly didn’t work myself to the bone, but I also didn’t see how pruning projects could help me make even more progress on the ones that mattered.
From bubble baths to flipping through magazines, pedicures or lunch with girlfriends, there are myriad ways for us to slow down. And if you’re the kind of person who prioritizes self-care, what I’m about to say might come as a surprise. These activities—while relaxing—aren’t actually restful, and it’s limiting your creative potential.