Who Me? (A day in the Life of an Author)
From now on I'll think twice before taking off a morning from my usual writing work.
Although every day falls into its own schedule of to-do's and the balancing act of writing and home life, with Easter just a few days away, I've somehow gotten myself committed to several charity functions and donations. The simple act of donating an author signed book would have been too easy, and I found myself coloring eggs for tomorrow's community Easter egg hunt. Great! I love coloring eggs and as I pull out the marble paints and swirls, I'm actually putting on my thinking cap and getting into the ideas I want to put across in my upcoming magazine article due in a few days.
After meticulously painting one dozen eggs, the next dozen is just a little sloppier. Then after the 3rd and 4th dozen, my hands look like paint palettes themselves and I wonder how long it will be until I can scrub the paint from under my nails. Nevertheless, I admire my masterpiece of pretty kid-friendly decorated eggs, and await for all to dry.
Stepping out for a breath of fresh spring air, I fling open the front door. Startling a mischievous squirrel, dirt flies this way and that, as he scurries in surprise. The old, "Who me? Not me digging up the beautifully blooming garden you got here...." I can't help but exclaim, "Really? Really? With the entire landscape full of random nuts and bulbs to go digging for, you choose the prettiest, most hardy gardening spot for your digging?" And, honestly, the squirrel hardly moves or seems concerned. As if daring me, he waits me out, standing still, tail in the air, staring me down. I wait a beat, take a breath, and say, "Hey, I know where you live, buster." And with that, he turns and scampers away. I shake my head, have to laugh, and turn and go back inside.
As I close the door behind me, I spot the cat - on the counter, wobbling the freshly painted eggs around with her paws. Nice.
Back at my writing desk, after helping to make my squirrel and cat's day a little more playful, I'm inspired.
Although every day falls into its own schedule of to-do's and the balancing act of writing and home life, with Easter just a few days away, I've somehow gotten myself committed to several charity functions and donations. The simple act of donating an author signed book would have been too easy, and I found myself coloring eggs for tomorrow's community Easter egg hunt. Great! I love coloring eggs and as I pull out the marble paints and swirls, I'm actually putting on my thinking cap and getting into the ideas I want to put across in my upcoming magazine article due in a few days.
After meticulously painting one dozen eggs, the next dozen is just a little sloppier. Then after the 3rd and 4th dozen, my hands look like paint palettes themselves and I wonder how long it will be until I can scrub the paint from under my nails. Nevertheless, I admire my masterpiece of pretty kid-friendly decorated eggs, and await for all to dry.
Stepping out for a breath of fresh spring air, I fling open the front door. Startling a mischievous squirrel, dirt flies this way and that, as he scurries in surprise. The old, "Who me? Not me digging up the beautifully blooming garden you got here...." I can't help but exclaim, "Really? Really? With the entire landscape full of random nuts and bulbs to go digging for, you choose the prettiest, most hardy gardening spot for your digging?" And, honestly, the squirrel hardly moves or seems concerned. As if daring me, he waits me out, standing still, tail in the air, staring me down. I wait a beat, take a breath, and say, "Hey, I know where you live, buster." And with that, he turns and scampers away. I shake my head, have to laugh, and turn and go back inside.
As I close the door behind me, I spot the cat - on the counter, wobbling the freshly painted eggs around with her paws. Nice.
Back at my writing desk, after helping to make my squirrel and cat's day a little more playful, I'm inspired.
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