Days are Flying
Posted By admin on December 9, 2011
The Beach
Some friends are going to the beach soon. I’m sorry I can’t go along, so I thought I’d add one of the billions of beach photos I took last month.
I’ve been trying desperately to enjoy each day, not to wish time away, or think only of “when this happens,” which I have a tendency to do. Who knew living in the present could be such a difficult thing? But this year seems to be flying by with no regard for making memory or learning to be zen.
It doesn’t help when I’m so busy all I can think is I need to do this and this and this. And all my tasks need to be done yesterday–which has already flown by.
This is in contrast to my current method of editing, where I examine each word, every comma, all the nuances… Am I wringing what I need to out of them? Am I offering the editor what she wants to see? Am I creating a story that will make a reader happy?
Somehow, while I’m worrying each word, trying to shake them all into a perfectly revised proposal, another day has fled. I don’t understand how time works.
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