Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Primrose and Me
This morning I found this primrose plant gasping out some final blooms. Poor little plant..it has the urge, the need to,the undisobeyable command to, flower while it still can. Me too.
It's lonely writing a book. But I have the urge,the need to,the undisobeyable command, to flower while I still can.
Weeks into it and all ready I'm hitting resistance. I could deny it a bit with all that has been going on here, but yesterday when I could have been writing, I took out my paints,told myself I had the urge to paint. I know now I had the greater urge not to write. I started out fine. But I just couldn't stop myself from messing with it. I ruined it.
But when I saw those flowers this morning on my daily stroll through the garden, I saw it as a sign...get your butt back inside and begin again.
And I believe in signs. I got an email from an old teacher that he is going to be doing a workshop this summer. No hobby writers, he declares. So I emailed him back, told him what I was up to and wondered if this would be considered as an acceptable form as a work in progress...He emailed back...YES!!!
See, a sign.
Hopefully the family matters will calm down soon and I can put my mind to only writing this book. I truly have the urge, the need to, the undisobeyable command to