Still, it’s always better in Paris

A friend who is struggling to finish a book wished on Facebook that bookwriting could be more like sitting in a cafe in Paris. Of course, it isn’t,  as the responses to her posts confirm. I said bookwriting is more like sitting in a dank basement with unknown creatures nipping at your ankles. Another author/friend, who lives in Paris, agreed it’s basement bad — EVEN in Paris. I remember when Pat and I were working on the first version of the menopause book, there was a point when I just wanted to forget the whole thing. It seemed overwhelming, not unlike that moment in labor when you want to go home and forget motherhood. But like labor, book writing ultimately results in something you can be proud of. I am eager to see galleys of the new edition! To get back to the motherhood analogy, it’s a lot easier the second time around….

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