This time of year, I realize that my garden is still a work in progress. As I photographed barely emerging perennials this morning, I could envision the potential-but winter still has my garden in it’s chilly clutches. Just a few short weeks from now, though, the picture will be very different. Big, beautiful plants-lush and green and blooming their little hearts out. Rightfully ready to be “put on display” so to speak, and admired and enjoyed by all who happen to see it.
And so it is with my writing. I’ve decided to do something I’ve only pretended was possible before, and that is to try to get published. My wonderful writer’s group Write on Edge, is putting together an anthology of work written by its members, and my goal is to be included in it. I have a story sketched out, and my rough draft is done, but it’s still, none the less, a work in progress. Not ready. I’m at the point where I just need to buckle down, and put the time it will take into finishing it.
Because I really want to do this.
So please, dear readers, forgive me if I seem, over the next week or so, to neglect all of your wonderful blogs a bit. The deadline for submission is not until April 30th-but I don’t want to wait until the last minute.
Of course, there are always exceptions to the rule. The concept that good things take time doesn’t seem to be an issue for my rhubarb. Since I photographed it last Sunday, it’s tripled in size!!
I’ll be in touch!