To suggest that getting to write a book is anything short of glorious would be downright rude. I get this. Even when your deadline falls at the end of summer and your state motto is Vacationland and the sun is shining and the wind is blowing and your 86-year-old sailing mentor asks you out for the first sail of the season and you have to say no. The words feel lumpy and slow going, and even though I should trust the process by now, there’s always this lingering shadow of “sure you were OK in the past but this, THIS will finally be your downfall.” Does anyone else face that one? Why do we do this to ourselves? #deepquestionsofknitlandia