Stop me if you’ve heard this story before: My book wasn’t working, so I went back to the beginning…
I hear all of you who know me screaming, Stop! We’ve heard it a thousand freaking times.
My ideas always start out as one thing and then they come alive, and go through a series of bloody battles we’ll call growing pains as they mature into the story they that is meant to be. That’s when they are no longer mine, but living creatures fighting for what they believe in and need to survive and thrive. The problem is they are like teenagers who keep secrets and make me go through a thousand wrong guesses (easily 100 pages of manuscript) that end badly before I finally pry the truth out of them.
My inefficient process drives me out of my mind. And yet I love it…when I don’t hate it. I’ve long stopped questioning where ideas come from. Instead I try to embrace them with gratitude, load up my determination and buck my metaphoric seat belt for the ride.
One silly Maggie story. We’ve only been down going on a morning walk because it’s hot in the afternoon. Yesterday the weather cooled a bit so after lunch while Maggie was in the backyard, I went upstairs and grabbed my walking shoes. I dumped them at the bottom of the stairs then went to let her in. She got half way across the room when she saw my shoes. Surprise and excitement hit her so hard, she Tigger Hopped the last three steps to my shoes. Then she did a crazy Chihuahua wiggle dance that made me laugh.
Dogs are so sweet with their unabashed joy for the little things.
How was your weekend?
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