With My Finger Poised Over the Delete Key…

If it weren’t for people in my life urging me not to, I’d probably scrap all 50,000+ words of my novel-in-progress.

There are parts of this book that are magical, that inspire me to keep going, that make my friends smile and want to read more. But for a few months now, I’m just like: where’s this story headed? Why did I start writing it in the first place? What’s it even supposed to be about?

Inching Closer

And if there was ever a metaphor for my life right now, I guess that would be it. I’m 25, graduated, working, paying the bills (no small feat in Toronto). But what’s next? Do I settle down here or move on to somewhere new? Continue working one-and-a-half jobs while trying to fit in more creative writing on the side indefinitely?

This adventure in the north, though finally blooming into a lovely experience, has for the most part been long and arduous. And I think when a long, arduous journey starts getting less long and arduous, I start looking for something new—a new challenge. I don’t know how I feel about that…

Your Guess is as Good as Mine

But I do think that sometimes sticking around and being committed to the season and place you’re in can be the greater challenge. (And yes, sometimes it’s time to move on).

So I guess in my book, as in my life, I need to decide which challenge I’m going to step into.

Have you ever found yourself wondering what’s next or wanting to rekindle the passion you had for a project? What did you do?

What if Such a Book Existed?

It started with a train trip to Montreal.

I had the song ‘The Book of Love’ stuck in my head, but for some reason, I kept singing alternative lyrics, saying ‘book of life’ instead of ‘book of love.’

The book of love is long and boring
no one can lift the damn thing.
It’s full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing.

(You can listen to the full song here.)

So I thought: what would it be like if such a book existed? Who would have it? Who would want it? Would everyone be able to read it?

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