Life is like a box of...
No.
No, sorry, Forrest, but I really do cringe when I hear that phrase. True, you never know you're gonna get in life. But rarely are those surprises surrounded by something resembling chocolatey goodness.
Not my life:
Alas.
Anyway.
In my neck of the woods, life is more like a truckload of cord wood.
Sometimes it will be a true cord. Sometimes it'll be short. Sometimes (happiness), it'll be generous.
And sometimes, since it mostly gets delivered in spring and early summer...
It gets stuck in the mud.
Not only that.
It gets stuck several yards away from its destination so that you have to get warmed by it...
not once (stacking it)...
not twice (hauling it to the house)...
not three times (burning it)...
But four:
Lugging it all the way to the dang shed.
But the thing is (I will grudgingly admit) that first fire in the wood stove in late OctoberSeptember (dang it), feels pretty nice.
Two days ago, I received revision notes on my newest manuscript. What I love about my crit partners is that they aren't afraid to be honest with me. And we can still be friends! :-) In fact, I think it makes us even better friends.
Anyway. I knew this manuscript was rough but not quite as rough as it actually is.
It's pretty much yards from the shed, if you know what I mean.
And it's pretty much stuck in the mud.
I have a lot of hauling to do.
At the same time, I know what the end result needs to look like. I know how the scenes need to be stacked. I know how much the work will cause my body to ache.
Not once.
Not twice.
Not three times.
But maybe (please pretty please with a box of chocolates on top) four.
A sweet friend reminded me that I have a rough draft. Yay! Now comes the fun part! And she's right. It WILL be fun. When you have a big job to do, griping isn't going to get it done any faster. You've just gotta embrace it and try to have some fun.
Sometimes though, as they say in our business, you have to let things sit for a while.
And since we leave for vacation the day after tomorrow, that old pile is just going to have to wait til we get back.
:-)
No, sorry, Forrest, but I really do cringe when I hear that phrase. True, you never know you're gonna get in life. But rarely are those surprises surrounded by something resembling chocolatey goodness.
Not my life:
Alas.
Anyway.
In my neck of the woods, life is more like a truckload of cord wood.
Sometimes it will be a true cord. Sometimes it'll be short. Sometimes (happiness), it'll be generous.
And sometimes, since it mostly gets delivered in spring and early summer...
It gets stuck in the mud.
Not only that.
It gets stuck several yards away from its destination so that you have to get warmed by it...
not once (stacking it)...
not twice (hauling it to the house)...
not three times (burning it)...
But four:
Lugging it all the way to the dang shed.
But the thing is (I will grudgingly admit) that first fire in the wood stove in late OctoberSeptember (dang it), feels pretty nice.
Two days ago, I received revision notes on my newest manuscript. What I love about my crit partners is that they aren't afraid to be honest with me. And we can still be friends! :-) In fact, I think it makes us even better friends.
Anyway. I knew this manuscript was rough but not quite as rough as it actually is.
It's pretty much yards from the shed, if you know what I mean.
And it's pretty much stuck in the mud.
I have a lot of hauling to do.
At the same time, I know what the end result needs to look like. I know how the scenes need to be stacked. I know how much the work will cause my body to ache.
Not once.
Not twice.
Not three times.
But maybe (please pretty please with a box of chocolates on top) four.
A sweet friend reminded me that I have a rough draft. Yay! Now comes the fun part! And she's right. It WILL be fun. When you have a big job to do, griping isn't going to get it done any faster. You've just gotta embrace it and try to have some fun.
Sometimes though, as they say in our business, you have to let things sit for a while.
And since we leave for vacation the day after tomorrow, that old pile is just going to have to wait til we get back.
:-)
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