I walk into my office and have to fight the urge to run right back out the door (and to the kitchen for the crunchy comfort of Cheez-it’s).
So I keep, what I like to call, my personal marching orders framed and at eye level. Like a silent general, they tell me exactly what to do next.


How do you fight the feeling of being overwhelmed by your novel?
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