The tulips are dancing. Today I sent off my manuscript to the editor. It’s a big moment, a time to pause, a time of truce, having to accept that it’s the best that I can do for now.
Only 3 days ago the tulips were just coming into bud. Mysterious. What will this flower be; what colour and shape? It’s a bit like that with a new book. I start in the dark, with some glimmerings, and then watch it unfold over time.
And now it’s beginning to bloom. It will open its petals further once the editing process has stripped away what is not needed, and helped to reveal its essence—which I’m hoping will be vibrant, like these tulips.