I was able to make a trip back to my hometown two weekends ago to spend some time with my son, d-i-l and grandson. It was my first visit back since an abrupt and distressing move across the state just before the holidays. Besides seeing author friends and spending quality time with the family, I discovered something very important in relation to my writing life.
This handsome lad is my eight-year old grandson but he’s not the lesson. It’s the pasty, fowl looking fellow behind him. I inherited my mother’s porch goose some 15 years ago. Though I wasn’t particularly fond of it, I enjoyed the creative process of dressing it up for the holidays as a reminder of her. When it followed me to my apartment, there was no place to display it so it was tucked away in neglect on my third floor patio. I didn’t think much of it until 300 pounds of ice slid off the roof and crushed my patio chair and broke the goose’s neck. Poor thing with just a piece of heavy gauge wire holding severed head at an unattractive angle. When my sudden move came up, no one wanted to carry that heavy piece of damaged statuary down three flights of stairs, so the once proud family mascot was left behind. Until during my visit my son surprised me with Mom’s goose, neck replastered and good as new. I’d given up on my feathered friend too soon.
Lugging porch goose back to my new home, I was filled with nostalgia and excitement. It had taken the caring handiwork of my son to show me that I’d given up on something I’d once loved prematurely. All it took was a little TLC from another to make me appreciate it again.
It made me think of something else I’d dragged across the state, boxed and nearly forgotten. Those fragments of stories, those submitted, rejected and never retooled manuscripts I’d given up on, the long out of print books I had the rights to but never did anything with. Maybe I gave up on them too soon. Maybe it’s time to reevaluate their worth, to spruce them up, let others take a look at them to help me fix problems I thought irreparable.
What have you given up on and tucked away, thinking there was no point in trying to save it? It’s time to take it out, boot it up and see if that original spark fires again. Make spring cleaning into a time of creative rebirth.
Happy Spring (even though we still have to shovel to find it!)
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