Six months ago, I complained, and look what happened. I griped about having to put on a jacket, hat, scarf, and mittens just to take the dogs out. I cursed the icy roads. I couldn't get warm. I longed for the day I could step outside in just a tee shirt and shorts, hop in the car and take off without worrying about snow, warm my bones...
...so, I'm not complaining about the heat.
Six years ago I remember complaining because I longed to write but couldn't make time for it. I was still in medical practice and I didn't like the direction the American health care system was taking. I longed for the day when I could set my own hours, make friends with my muse, and write in blissful solitude. So I retired...and for a couple of years, I wrote my little heart out.
Then...I tried to publish what I had written.
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When I started to write I had no MFA (nor do I now), no acquired expertise, and no prior experience. I was generally clueless about what to expect. It turned out to be harder than I imagined. Still, I wouldn't change things for the world. I can put up with a little heat if it keeps winter away.
The moral of this post is:
Be careful what you ask for...and don't complain when you get it!
It's time to turn the AC up and get back to work.
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"If you don't ask...
they can't say yes."
--quoting my friend Nancy--
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ps.: During a heat wave, ice cream is your best friend.
jan
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