This morning in the vegetable garden, under a canopy of brilliant blue, surrounded by a chorus of jenny wrens, bluebirds, and song sparrows, I planted miracles. As I dropped the tiny, almost imperceptible, seeds into the soil, I was confident they would eventually transform, by some mysterious miracle, into crunchy lettuce.
Many of you think I live a Tasha Tudor life. You imagine me tucked away in paradise, writing and snapping photographs, amidst birdsong . . .
And in many ways, you are right. On a good day, that is just what I do.
But there is much about writing that goes unseen. When I began pursuing publication, I assumed my experience entertaining children through my hobby, marionette theater, would quickly guarantee my success.
3+ years and 41!! rejections later, I know better.
Writing is not for the weak of heart. I sit for hours and hours glued to my computer screen, pondering each and every word, revising and revising and revising . . .
And then, after literally hundreds of revisions, I send my precious manuscript out to my critique group for review, and . . .
they rip it to shreds.
I have learned to relish the ripping, for a fresh set of eyes improves my vision. And so, once again, I find myself revising and revising and revising . . .
Finally, confident the manuscript is the best it can be, I write a cover letter and submit.
Seasons pass . . .
You may wonder, why continue?
I guess I feel like those lettuce seeds. It’s what’s in me. My ‘crunch’ will come.
Live your dreams, precious prairie people.
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