More about the gardening-writing connection

The first draft is finished. In fact, it was finished a long time ago. During the revision process, however, I kept stopping about half-way through.

That’s a sure sign that something isn’t right with the plot. I don't know what the problem is, though, and the only thing for it at this point is to march myself out to the garden to do something productive.

The garden is a mess and I decide to tidy up. Tomato plants are scraggly, browning, pitiful. They still offer up a few sad little fruits, a...