“Sitting just sitting here, day after day. It’s work. How I hate it. I’d much rather play.”
So said the lazy bird watching her egg in the famous Horton Hatches an Egg book. I know this and remember it not from reading that book to my children over and over, but from my high school drama years when I memorized the entire story for a speech contest. Other random parts of speeches are imbedded in my brain for no apparent reason including these two lines from another speech;
“I am dying, Egypt, dying. Ebbs the crimson lifetide fast. And the dark Plutonian shadows gather on the evening blast.”
Today, as I wait to hear from an agent who is reviewing my book proposal, I feel like that bird, sitting and waiting here, day after day. The writing is more like play for me, as I like nothing better than to juggle words, sentences and nuances of emotion. Oh, but the submitting and the waiting can be excruciating!
So, I don’t wait. As soon as I submit one thing, I begin work on another. If something comes back, rejected, I look at it with a fresh eye, perhaps make some changes, and send it elsewhere. I am still waiting but the time seems less interminable. If I have half a dozen~ no, a dozen! articles and essays submitted, then all the better odds that something will be accepted.
Still, the writing, the typing into my word program, the revising…It involves a lot of sitting. So does working on reading with my daughter, or explaining math to my son. Most of my daily life involves sitting, and I miss the summer days when I could break from that rut and take a bike ride to the park in the evening, or a walk to the library. Winter in Iowa means much less exercise for all of us. My sister and I walk four times a week in the morning and I lift weights three days, but recently I’ve felt the lack of “play” in my life, a lack of movement.
I feel as though I am sitting, just sitting here, day after day…