I eat doubting,
go out to a dubious cafe with skeptical friends.
-Jane Hirschfield, My Doubt
I am hacking my way through the revisions to Geoff and Lia’s story. Revisions are like housework; I would much rather be doing something else, but once I’m done I am glad I did it.
Perhaps this is a character flaw. Maybe I’ve been sweeping wrong all this time and no one told me.
But with writing, it’s different. I am slicing and dicing the text and then splicing it back together into a semblance of a smoothly flowing narrative. And at each step along the process, doubt is right there with me, a constant companion who questions everything.
I’ve decided that doubt is part of the process as well. I might as well sit him down and make him a cup of tea if he’s going to stay around.