I was under a lot of pressure this week. I'd set a deadline for finishing You Are Forgiven by the 4th, and I did. We're in a slow season at work because they federal government's budget is locked up so all my projects are on hold. For the last three weeks there's been very little to do. So I focused every moment of unclaimed time into finishing, and I made the deadline. I'd finished the first draft about two or three months ago, and wanted to give it plenty of time to rest. When I went back, the thing that always happens happened. I found that some of the chapters were out of oder, one chapter was totally unnecessary, another chapter was missing entirely, and two chapters needed to be completely rewritten. I've had to do worse - one of my books went through three 100% rewrites before I figured out what it was trying to say. The thing that felt different this time is that this book didn't feel as precious to me. It felt more like a book I needed to finish so I could complete those thoughts and keep digging deeper. It's hard to explain. The thing I'm facing now is the question of what to do next. I promised myself I'd take a break from non-fiction and start on a novel. But as soon as I finished YAF, a ton of different books started clamoring for my attention. Two of them are right at the front, demanding my attention, but I don't feel like I've matured enough as a writer and thinker yet. I need to get further along in my craft. It's like this: I do woodworking as a hobby, and I'm not very good at it. I like to tinker and learn and experiment, and I keep getting better. But there are some things I know I can't quite build yet - I don't have the tools or the talent yet. And there are certain species of wood I wouldn't dare touch because I don't have the skills to do them justice. The next book ideas are kind of like that. I have the vision of them, but I need to grow and improve before I can do them justice.