Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
Yesterday was the last day of September and suddenly, I found myself facing a set of deadlines that I hadn't intended to try to make. I was under no obligation to write two stories. But, I decided to give it a go and I am glad I did. It's not all glory, however. I am already wincing at needed edits I wish I had time to make on one of stories. I am too fearful to re-read the other story I wrote. It's probably worse than I remember. Actually, I wrote it so fast yesterday that I don't really remember it very well, at all. The point of the exercise was to try to write two stories in genres I don't usually write it at all. I was not sure I wanted to write in these genres. I had no ideas and both had to be written before midnight. As it turned out, I did it all in one crazy busy day that included receiving several long phone calls, a visit from a relative and the usual various interruptions of family and cat. Of course, I was a bit diverted from my original weekly goals, but in the long run I will have accomplished more. And I wrote a blog post. |