I brush the curtain aside. Is everyone still out there? I'll close it again soon, but it's almost dinnertime and I've been bobbing in my bubble for 8 hours straight.
If I don't choose breaks carefully, my train of thought may chug into oblivion and a little carefully hoed wisdom will be lost forever. I'm afraid one lost thought could save someone a lot of trouble so I'd better hold on tight.
In my line of work, the definitions can kill you. I read through a ten-page one a couple days ago. Someday I'd like to meet one of the Beltway drafters who write these things. No, forget that. I think I'd rather pull weeds.
This writing process is very similar to musical performance or a road race or many other lines of work or pleasure. I suppose that's why they're called "disciplines." Focus and concentrated effort are important to any kind of success, unless maybe you're that one in a billion persons who's blessed with pure, natural talent. I'm not.
"Back to work," says Virginia. "You're neglecting me. Remember, I've got you soon for 3 solid months."
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