Out of my Hands

I get a wild hair, and I just dive right in. An inkling to give my website a new look has been tugging at me for a few weeks, so today I decided to go for it. Not one to dwell on all the various templates, layouts and options for custom coding, I did what I usually do, which is pick one that looks nice and start building. 

The second draft of the book is now officially finished and in the hands of the next small circle of readers. It is a relief to be able to step away from it for a few weeks, and yet at the same time my emotions have been slightly unsteady. A couple of weeks ago I wanted to delete the whole thing. I pushed through that just enough to wrap up all the loose ends that were preventing me from declaring the second draft to be finished, and as soon as it felt ready it was time to print, collate, copy and organize. That day involved two trips to Kinko's, a few tears and more than one moment when I contemplated how much of a nut job I am to be writing this book. Despite the doubts and fears, I managed to get my copies out the door and now there's no turning back.

Part of what motivated me to spend the day re-building my website has to do with those doubts and fears - with the sudden unmoored feeling, the not knowing where this is all headed. I need to keep myself occupied. Perhaps not super super busy, but moving and focused and letting the book do what it needs to do. I've learned to trust in the process of any creative venture, and know that the journey I take with any creation always involves time and space when I'm not necessarily doing anything directly related to it. The book knows what it's doing; my job is to serve it as best as I can. Many times that means getting out of the way.

"Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good." -Voltaire


Christine Mason Miller

Santa Barbara, CA

Writer * Artist * Storyteller * Guide