It is tempting to imagine that it all rides on this one thing that takes all our attention.
The book I am writing has three chapters.
Chapter One took all my effort. Then Chapter Two arrived like a noisy neighbour. Put them together and you begin to question the perfection of Chapter One.
Surprised?
We shouldn’t be. But often we are.
A better question to ask (in advance).
What are the chances of me getting it right?