I just came from another blog, where someone had written a poetry book called 'In Praise of Falling', but I didn't read it that way, I read it as 'In Praise of Failing'. I think it makes an excellent title for a poetry book, perhaps I'll get to that someday. In any case, I used to spend most of my time trying to avoid the 'humiliation' of failing. What a waste. Finally I figured out you can't get good at anything without failing, it's not so bad, it's just normal. And so I write and write, hoping the next thing will be the good one, the great one, and knowing it's pretty much average. Still they say even a monkey could hit the right keys given enough tries. Guess I'm the monkey in this metaphor... hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
New grandma to the fabulous Stella James! Part-time teacher, water person who loves nothing better than the music of water dripping from her kayak paddle into the gulf. Voracious reader of mysteries and other (more serious) books recommended by friends. Getting old is sometimes harder than I'd like, but of course, it beats the alternative!