I moved into my new house on December 23rd. Today, a mere two weeks and three days later, I stood in my brand new shower and scrubbed at the spots already setting up house on my glass shower doors.
Two weeks and I already have soap scum/water spots? WTH universe. I thought I had a little more time before the evidence of use took hold.
That’s what I get for thinking.
There are so many times when I put off doing something because I think I have more time before it become critical to do it, or I balk at the amount of elbow grease the task requires.
As a writer, I’m doing the same thing.
Yesterday, as I drove my kids home from their schools, I asked them for their thoughts on plot points that would make sense in my novel. Nothing like soliciting advice from a captive audience ranging in age from 8-14. Now, don’t get me wrong, kids are damn smart and my kids are great writing buddies. But let’s just say, some of their suggestions will require elbow grease in amounts and varieties I may be too old to make happen.
I wish I could note here that I have a plan and lots of excitement for implementing it. But that would be a fib. However, I have good people in my life and I know that I will make sense out of things. And I know it will take a hell of a lot of elbow grease to make this novel as clear and sparkly as my shower doors.