If you have the desire to write (but not the energy, time, or self-esteem)… you’ll find yourself deviled in common company. I challenge you instead to scribble fearlessly, and enjoy company less common. Today is your day to write!
(And today was mine as well…)
This week I planted vegetables. It’s a dire attempt to honor my namesake Demeter, goddess of agriculture and fertility: five pepper plants, four tomatoes, and a watermelon (which I don’t even like).
A packet of pumpkin seeds lies sealed on my kitchen counter, remnant of 2013’s failed tribute.
I wonder what sacrificial offering should be made to stave my plants’ decline, jaundice, and inevitable demise? Doubtful the fatted calf would bring anything except flies. (Can flies benefit plant growth?) Maybe just a lamb then… on a spit over open flame… with or without roasted veggies.
Alas, the solution is as simple as the application of water. But who will water the plants when I forget? Who will hydrate them on days when it’s too hot, too cold, too rainy, too humid, too buggy for me to venture ten steps out my back door? (Umm… too rainy?)
Maybe a dip in the hot tub will clear my head – if not my conscience. Water can help more than just plants. And if my toasty dip is accompanied by a fruity beverage then I’ll have conquered a second food group.
Demeter might not be proud, but unlike her offspring Persephone, I didn’t marry Hades. I know my own devil. It’s laziness. And we’re not married, just shacking up.
Not every writing day will be dream-spired. But if you never attempt, you’ll never know whether today could have been The Day.
This is the day you can choose!
This is the day you WILL choose!
Choose to write.
Even with mediocre results, it’s possible to launch your rocket ship above ground. Maybe today it’s a crop-duster (and if so, could you please fertilize and water my veggies?), but tomorrow it could be a biplane, a 747, and someday a space shuttle.
You just have to keep writing each day to see where you’ll launch!
Year of the Book 
Ah…Demi…timing is everything…I was working on my Thursday Trek draft…thinking it was less than my normal heartfelt writing…then I read this…seems I am just supposed to write it…
Thanks for the reminder…not every day is a Dreamliner…some days, just the puddle jumper…
Dawn, I have lots of days that can’t even jump the puddle… but then my son always did prefer to splash them instead!