This past week I went to my critique group. They're always full of great ideas--lots of them. I needed to change this character's name and re-do that scene and add more tension to that conversation. I went home and was sitting with my notes in my lap, overwhelmed, when my eldest daughter called from university.
"I'm already stressed," she said. "We have a ton of books to read. There are all these labs and huge lab reports. We have to--
"Wait," I said. "Just hold it."
"It'll be okay," I said. "Just take it a step at a time."
She paused. Took a deep breath. Laughed.
"Yeah," she said. "A step at a time."
When I got off the phone and looked at my critique notes, I laughed too. Yeah. A step at a time.