I used to be the kind of writer who could only commit to one book at a time. Then I became the kind of writer who could only commit to two books at a time. Nowadays I have several on the go: a tenth draft, a finished first draft, a promising opening, and another couple still mostly at the dreaming stage.

This week every single one of my works-in-progress has hit a point where I need to step back and think things over. I think best on my feet, so that means I’m doing a lot of walking.

Just going outside can give me a second wind. My thinking loosens up, and I see patterns that I might have missed before.


It may take a lot of walking, but eventually my writing ducks start to get in line. After looking at them from another perspective, I may even discover they’re swans.