Pie Points and Falling Stars

I almost titled my post this morning First Comes Want, but that sounded rather romance oriented, and that was not my intent. I’ve been wishing a lot lately, wishes that stem from want, but without action, even wishes will fail you.

It’s not been regret wishing–wishing that I had done something different or went another way, because not only is regret wishing useless and counter productive, but I’m perhaps a tad egotistically certain that The Drafter is a damn fine book that succeeds on multiple levels. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t, perhaps I’m just still in love with my work. But regardless, nothing leaves my desk for the printer until I feel it’s the best I’m able to produce, whether it finds its intended audience or not–whether it’s deemed “good” by my peers, or not. It’s the best I got, so to not be proud of it is dumb.

So not regret wishing, as I stare up at the night sky waiting for a falling star and my chance to petition the gods, but future wishing. These are the wishes that have power.

I wish I had time to get the leaves out of my office garden.

I wish I had eggs so I could bake Tim’s favorite cookies.

I wish I knew what direction to take with my work.

I wish my dog was well and herself again.

So there has been a lot of wishing at my house this last month on pie points and meteor showers. The leaves are not quite out of my garden, but I found time yesterday and made a good start–it felt good to be in the dirt. I made Tim’s second favorite cookie, a recipe from his grandmother that didn’t need eggs–connecting with his past felt good. Work is again crossing my desk–a return to the release it was when I began twenty five years ago, but it feels good. My dog is taking much of my time, but I am thankful that my job allows me to be home 24/7 so as to give her the care she needs as she continues to improve–I almost have her back, and it feels more than good.

So as wishful as I have been, as disappointed, as pulled, as “no-rich” my vocabulary has become lately . . . it feels good to have those wishes come true.

Wishes are like fishes, that swim in the ocean

You get out there and net them, or let them swim away.

My publisher has dropped the price of the e-book early to help stimulate sales. You can now pick it up for 9.99 if you like.

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