|please excuse the very crappy quality. it's a cell phone picture.**|
She goes on to talk about a split and Foucault and to be honest, things that are interesting but not really relevant to this post. But her moment (or moments) of struggle with bringing this hulking book to completion and print and trying to make it make sense really resonated with me (low as I am in the synopsis writing depths).
It's easy to get lost in the plotting and the writing and the fear. It's easy to get caught up in the mess that your book can become halfway (or a third of the way) through, and forget there's an end to the tunnel. And so it's useful to say to yourself or have it said to you: There's a book in you. Even if it's messy and not well formed and kind of lopsided, there's still a book in you. And that's important to remember when you're lost, or you can't tell what the end will look like. It's important during those awful moments of wondering can you even do this writing thing (you definitely can) or why you should bother (because you don't know any other way).
Because we all have a book in us and the difference between us and the rest of the world is that we choose to sit down and share that book with everyone else (or at least the computer).
*Many thanks to Lynne Huffer who wrote Made for Foucault: Rethinking the Foundations of Queer Theory because even though it's dense, it's one of the best theory books I've read.
**And also thanks to Tom Wilson and Tom II who's comic is featured above. The picture is taken from my copy of Mad for Foucault.