The Zen of Patience

Holy squash pancakes, Batman! That was a harrowing day! I've been harrowed. When they say 100 percent snow and ice covered, they mean 100 percent snow and ice covered.

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Yesterday we had teacher in-service and today was the first day of classes. I have two pretty full classes this semester: Fundamentals of Grammar and Elements of Writing. Expect much more homework. Eh, you guys won't notice.

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I'm at a good place writing-wise. I can see the projects lining themselves up in front of me, waiting their turns. Each day, I work a little more on the first one, and a little more, until I have it where it needs to be, and then I put it back in the queue, and I move on to the next thing. The last year I've been winding many pieces of yarn into a big string, and now I can see the individual colors and follow that string through to the end.

I'm in the patience zone. Right now, my writerly brain isn't foucsed on the finish line. It's on the crafting every day, moving forward. And I don't mind. I don't mind that I'm not jackrabbiting ahead, finishing and sending something out.

Writing is now something I do with regular frequency. Like flossing. Or working out. As you move forward, you're writing. Enough days moving forward, and ta-da!, you have a book.

Tonight I'm snug at home, finally inside after a long, cold, busy day. Happy to be here. And the rest of this week, I have substantial writing time every day. That's awfully nice.

Stay warm out there. It's January.

Cath

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