My FB page report for the week says activity is up by 1,450 percent. That sounds great. The trouble is, I have no idea why.
I traveled to Ames this week to meet potential students for my September OLLIE memoir writing class, and had fun chatting with some writers. Ahh…my favorite folks–looking forward to getting to know them and their stories better in a few weeks!
Friday night we saw “Annie” performed by Cedar Summer Stock. All of their 2018 performances featured incredible voices, choreography, costumes, and scenery…what more could anyone ask? Watch for them next summer.
On Saturday, we went to a cousin’s house for a family picnic. Oh my, what a spread. My gluten-sugar-lactose free offering turned out fine, but compared to the other great fare, well…actually, another one of our granddaughter’s quotes says it best: Comparison is the THIEF of joy.
So there you go–why compare? And that brings me to flowers: observe.
Specimen one, an amazing geranium.
Specimen two, Gerber daisies in full spread.
And last, but not least, this year’s spectacular yellow begonias. I can’t get over how from delicate pale yellow clamshells (lower right), such incredible blossoms emerge.
So what’s to compare, right? Three lovely floral beauties, each with so much to offer. Yet, we compare things…and people… constantly.
Merriam-Webster defines compare as to examine the character or qualities of especially in order to discover resemblances or differences or to view in relation to.
I’ve been comparing the manuscript I’m working on with its predecessors. Why would I do this? Maybe because this story has given me lots of challenges from the get-go. The research leads me deeper into comprehending the vast effects of World War II…but how can I possibly do this topic justice? Does comparing help? Not so much.
I’ve grown as a writer since the last one, so maybe I expected the process to be easier this time. Yes, maybe that’s it.
Yet this is a whole different flower. Yes, it’s that THIEF at it again! Just get back to this story unfolding right now. Forget about the others…seize the joys and frustrations of this one.
It’s healthy to have little self-chats like this from time to time, don’t you think?