Have you ever experienced the panic when you can’t get your damn pants on? You’re hopping on one foot, hoping you don’t lose your balance. Your mom is probably calling your name, yelling for you to hurry up because we’re going to be late. You might be sweaty, they’re probably jeans, and you’re a hairs breath away from falling over and eating the dust.
But then, you shimmy a little and heave up at the right second and success! They fit perfectly! Slip on your shoes, and you’re good to go. What was I panicking about again?
This is what my writing process feels like.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Sunday Reads to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.