Noises. Chain saws, leaf blowers, lawn mowers. This is what I am hearing. The people of Boston and really, the entire east coast do not want to hear about this. They are inundated with snow, ice, too much snow, too much ice, and cold, all the while we are drying up. Weather is the great equalizer. There are no political parties when it comes to disaster, Mother Nature strikes equally.
I have been pushing hard to finish “Rhyaden” and get it in the hands of the copy editor. One more time through, I tell myself, just one more. At some point, soon, I must give it up and pass it on. The art work is progressing. Everything that needs to happen is happening except for me letting go. Maybe tomorrow. I remember listening to Stephen King once about revision, saying he would still be perfecting his first novel if they had let him. I understand.
When I reread my first novel, I think, “Oh good grief, I could do that so much better now.” Well, yes, I could. Since then, I have written more, practiced, taken lessons, practiced, gotten constructive criticism, take more classes, worked hard, and I am now a better writer than I was when it was published. It also makes me not want to quit on this one, because every single time I go through it, it gets a tiny bit better. Balance Barbara – must always look for balance.
So, back to the subject of the weather. Being a tiny bit Native American, I love it when I find a saying from the Native American culture that really speaks to my heart. Here is a favorite one I’ve recently found. ‘We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our grandchildren.’ Words to think about as we contemplate our responsibility toward our one and only planet.