Writing through the seasons

The tug-of-war between spring and winter I talked about yesterday was symbolic of a battle I was fighting within.

Most of the time I can handle rejection, but not this time; it was personal.  My elephant skin peeled away layer upon layer, tear upon tear, leaving me standing in a pile of fear.  I found myself wondering if I could take anymore.  My doubtful voice was saying, "Admit it, you suck." At the same time, my inner voice was answering, "Never give up!"  Back and forth, back and forth.


Photo by Cameron Johnson

But then a great friend sent me a picture her son had taken of a cardinal.  She wanted to cheer me up, and it worked!  Suddenly I was inspired once again.  To top it off, I had a writer's guild meeting last night and was able to meet with some great friends. 

I knew there was a reason I loved the uniqueness of each season.  Each comes with its own set of challenges.  How I handle them will lead me through.  The same goes with writing.  On I'll march and I will persevere!