Nothing for more than 20 days - completely ignoring the advice I give my blogging Webinar students. (Like the ones I've been creating a brand new class for).
Been kinda -
Yup. Me and kitty, that's us.
Why? Because - editing.
Got two mss I'm trying to polish, and you know how it is ... eyes crossed, slogging through bad writing you were once very hopeful about .....
And it wasn't until I saw this:
That I began to feel inspired again.
They reminded me: even prickly things bloom.
Spring in southern Arizona (where I live) is not quite as miraculous as it is in other places - where you've survived Snowtopia and feelings of doom that suggest you'll never be warm again. But even here, in the land of the mundane winter, there is beauty when it's over.
Because things here flower too. Not the things I grew up with: we have no lilac, no forsythia, no hydrangea.
What we have is cacti.
Cacti are not particularly lovely. They're spiky, thorny, unfriendly things that don't need a whole lot of water and thus they live a long time and don't care much if someone doesn't love them.
There's a simile there. (My 8yo is studying simile, therefore I am too).
I think my writing is like the cactus. Not the part where it doesn't need TLC - all writing needs that!! But, rather, the part where it's unlovely and unremarkable.
BUT THEN. I remember that similes are only perfect for a small moment in time. Because even the cactus BLOOMS. And then it's remarkable. And everyone stops and looks at it and takes pictures and says, "What an amazing thing this is! How lovely and worth my taking a moment to stop and admire."
So if that can be true of the cactus, it can certainly be true of my writing, no?
Do you ever feel like your writing is like a cactus and you're just desperately trying to coax the blooms from the thorns?