Lughnasa Full Harvest Moon
I have a first draft of Roots of Liberalism. I’m not happy with it. All writers struggle with the gap between the elegance and concision a work has as it takes form in the mind and the clumsy apparatus, strung together with baling wire and bubble gum that hits the page. Sometimes the gap is further than I imagined it would be, this is one of those times.
I’ll let it sit for a day or so now, then re-read it and edit. If necessary, I’ll start all over again.
