DOWN THE DRAIN
"You can never go down the drain." (Mr. Rogers)
Our beloved Mr. Rogers was speaking to children when he reminded them not to fear--in this case, pulling the plug while sitting in the bathtub--but he could have been speaking to me these past six weeks or so. I have felt like I was going down some big drain, water all around me, pieces of drift wood or seaweed clogging up the way, wondering if I was paddling against the tide.
That's the way I feel when I am not able to devote myself to writing. I did a pretty good job while on vacation in early June: I wrote several stories on a novel, typed up half of the July/August issue of my Soul Sisters inspirational newsletter, drafted two articles and outlined a proposal for a nonfiction book I've had in mind for months. Then the muse got all tied up in life.
July found me busy with volunteering while a friend was back East babysitting her first grandchild. Vacation Bible School came along last week--fun but exhausting. I managed to get off four pieces to a contest, write two articles for my church newsletter and then my writing slid off into the mud. Or the water in that drain.
I promise you I am not so far down that drain yet that I can't work my way back up, readers. I will try to speak to you more often, keep cool in this unseasonably hot weather for San Diego County, CA, and keep my promise to write a chapter a week on my novel.
I've taken the first step--my butt is stuck to the chair--I never was one who could write standing up.
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Do you remember any other thing Mr. Rogers said that seemed to be meant for you?
Our beloved Mr. Rogers was speaking to children when he reminded them not to fear--in this case, pulling the plug while sitting in the bathtub--but he could have been speaking to me these past six weeks or so. I have felt like I was going down some big drain, water all around me, pieces of drift wood or seaweed clogging up the way, wondering if I was paddling against the tide.
That's the way I feel when I am not able to devote myself to writing. I did a pretty good job while on vacation in early June: I wrote several stories on a novel, typed up half of the July/August issue of my Soul Sisters inspirational newsletter, drafted two articles and outlined a proposal for a nonfiction book I've had in mind for months. Then the muse got all tied up in life.
July found me busy with volunteering while a friend was back East babysitting her first grandchild. Vacation Bible School came along last week--fun but exhausting. I managed to get off four pieces to a contest, write two articles for my church newsletter and then my writing slid off into the mud. Or the water in that drain.
I promise you I am not so far down that drain yet that I can't work my way back up, readers. I will try to speak to you more often, keep cool in this unseasonably hot weather for San Diego County, CA, and keep my promise to write a chapter a week on my novel.
I've taken the first step--my butt is stuck to the chair--I never was one who could write standing up.
******
Do you remember any other thing Mr. Rogers said that seemed to be meant for you?
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