I’ve heard that writing is a journey, but what does that mean exactly? Does that mean you might as well prepare for an arduous, uphill trip? Or maybe they simply mean writing is like a marathon race, a long, slow road, with stops along the way to grab a cup of water?
So far, my own journey is more like a surprise, a box you open, and inside isn’t a prize, but another box, and you open it, to find yet another box. And another, all of them increasingly smaller and smaller, until the very last box is so small your fingers and thumb dwarf the teeny box.
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But you open it anyway, because Pandora lives in each of us, that need to know what is on the inside. And inside the box is a seed, a kernel, perhaps even a bit of stardust. But just enough to keep us going, to keep writing, keep trying.
Have you opened your boxes yet? And when you came to the very last one, what did you find?
Yet another–even smaller–box. LOL! I’m still finding them. I don’t think I’m even close to the prize inside yet but maybe the prize is in how many boxes we’re willing open to keep looking for what we’re after. Unfortunately, I think some people get frustrated too soon.
Hey Lu! I think you’re right. Persistence + talent = publication.
