I can’t believe it’s been over a year now. Last September, I did what all previous versions of myself would have considered unthinkable, unimaginable impossible. Entering my third decade brought forth in my spirit a surge of wisdom which threw me out of my old skin--cold and shivering--but brave. I new what I had to do, and I was finally ready to accept it.
The books that I had dedicated ten plus years of my life to writing were not working. They no longer represented me, my muse, or our message. So I began anew. I completely started rewriting my story from scratch, taking an entirely fresh approach, not even comparable to the old version.
I could go on and on about the magical experiences I've had while working on this rejuvenated novel, but I'll restrain and keep this short and to the point. I am happy to report that I am almost halfway through the book. I have written 14 chapters, 98 pages, and nearly 50,000 words. I am even happier to report that I am in love with what I've written. It's exhilarating to feel how much prouder I am of this book than anything I've ever written before.
To any other fellow creative out there, I cannot emphasize this enough: if you feel like a project is no longer aligned with your current evolution, no longer fulfilling your soul, it's okay to do the scary thing. It's okay to scrap it and start over. It's okay to obliterate something in order to rebirth it from the ashes. Everyone's situation is unique of course, sometimes holding on is better than letting go, it all depends on many variables and factors. For me, however, letting go of my old books and embracing this new one has been the single most freeing, rewarding, and transformative creative decision I've ever made.
I look forward to its completion, but I also look forward to the process, to every word, sentence and paragraph that I've imbued with my rekindled passion.