The lizards are back! My dog Maggie is thrilled. She’s spending hours searching the backyard for them. She circles the entire circumference of the yard, looking around the pool equipment, under all the flower pots, in the back planter, under the trashcans and on the side hill.
She does this over and over, and every once in a while she scores by finding a lizard, and the chase is on! it usually only last a few seconds, but those are the best seconds of her life. If I had to guess I’d say she spends at least five hours searching for a few seconds of chasing.
Most of the time, the lizard escapes.
But once in a great while, she’ll actually catch one. Those are magical moments for Maggie. Rare and golden, and worth all the hours of looking followed by disappointment. She hasn’t caught one yet this year, but she doesn’t care. She keeps going with the burning confidence that she will catch another lizard and relive the magic all over again.
That’s how I feel about writing.
Except, to the best of my knowledge, no lizards are harmed or terrorized when I’m writing