I’m expected to hand in my 25% submission for the revision of Drupal for Dummies this Monday, and I have to say that I’m feeling pretty good about it. Perhaps my lack of stress over the work comes from having survived the monkey-knife fight that was Joomla! for Dummies. It could also be that the author of the original work (and my writing partner on this project), Lynn Beighley put together a brilliant book the first time around, making the revision something of a breeze. It’s likely the latter, to be honest.
That said, I can’t shake the feeling that the calm I’m feeling as I work this project must stem from my being in total oblivion of some horrid, evil wretch of a fact that I am naively overlooking. Writing, for most of my career, has never been something that has come easily to me. I bleed for it. Simple assignments take me longer than I feel they might for another wordsmith, and while it seems that my editors and readers are content with the results, I never find peace with anything that I’ve scribbled. I’ve come to accept the self-doubt that I have surrounding my work, and on good days, feel that it works in my favour, goading me to be a more careful writer.
I suppose that’s why I find myself worrying over the fact that with only seven pages left to work through in order to make my deadline, that I am finding everything so agreeable. It’s unlike me, and it’s on unknown footing that we so often find ourselves ready to take a nasty fall.