Writing Is Like Spring
Spring is a season of setbacks and waiting, with snow still arriving in April and trees barely budding, no matter how often we look to them, expecting more. Yet, like with writing, the days add up, and inevitably we’ll have to reach true warm weather and the familiar explosion of green.
I have, happily, reached the point where I have a complete first draft of my latest novel, and I’m onto revising. Every time that I work, a little more progress adds up, progress that I can actually see by my page number at the end of the day. The world of the story is filling out, collecting details, and the characters are having more layered emotions. It’s a nice feeling.
The season and my work are in synch, both requiring patience and endurance. The rewards are small but powerful all the same, like seedlings when they first appear. It’s the promise that keeps us going.