Sometimes I think that there is no way I can actually write a book as good as the book I’m imagining in my head. It’s like everything starts to die when I commit it to the page.
But then sometimes I think that my book is so much more than I could dream of, like sitting down to write is what made it come alive.
I don’t know whether to grieve or celebrate, so I guess I do both.
The writing life.
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JACKIE LEA SOMMERS 
So I’m no writer, but I suggest just start writing! What comes out is what is meant to be on the paper. There have been a lot of projects that I’ve pictured in my mind that didn’t come out the way I hoped, but some came out better than I could have dreamed. Some didn’t, but I still learned from them.
Oh, Imma writin’ all right! Just something I’ve been pondering as I spent last week writing in Duluth.