Gliding low in a cloudless sky; the hawk dips close for a second glimpse as the foraging rock squirrel scampers; unaware. Purple sage rustles, ever so slight, as a diamondback poses; ready to strike, and from the long-shadowed shade of a Sandstone peak, a roadrunner targets a treacherous stare. When at last come the yips and the dust from the dance of the terrified little squirrel, surprise is a small soldier’s sustenance in the midst of a ravenous world.
Ever one to root for the underdog, I still can’t help but wonder how it is that the little guy gets into these messes in the first place. Is he just not paying attention? Could he use a ‘focus poke’? Or is it just me?
Cause I could sure use one sometimes. I’ve accumulated so many literary irons in the fire I fear my little writing kitchen is in danger of burning down—or out. Oh but how to decide which ones go to back burners? Is there a book on that? A rule of thumb? Writer’s ritalin, perhaps?
Better yet, maybe Mark Twain summed it up with “Distance lends enchantment to the view,”
This concludes another in my seemingly endless supply of occasional insecurities. My gracious thanks to Alex Cavanaugh for founding this outstanding platform; Insecure Writers Support Group, where writers can share their experiences!
And, a cheery shout out to Chrys Fey, for inspiring an attitude of gratitude!
Today I am grateful for:
Not having writers block (ha!)
Pastel sunsetsCoffee in the morning
Incidentally, I just saw Jurassic World. Leapin’ Lizards! It may be PG14, but it had me pacing the great room as if a wayward Raptor might just crash through the window at any moment! Yeah, I think an eight year old might be a bit too young to see this. Even King Tut; the Boy King, had a couple of decision makers, right?