The first year we lived here I planted snapdragons in the pots on our front porch. It's a tiny porch and the stairs leading up to it are brick. The next year I noticed a tiny snapdragon growing between two bricks. Apparently a little seed had lodged there and somehow managed to get roots in some soil. I still don't know how as that step is a good three feet off the ground. Every year that little plant came back. Every year it put out one blossom, one pink snapdragon. Even though it was out of place I could never bear to pull that plant. I couldn't destroy what was so determined to survive.
I always hear that a published author is just someone who didn't give up. It makes me think of my little snapdragon. I want to be that plant. I want to be the author who didn't give up. That's why I keep rewriting. I'm getting closer. I can see the improvement and my roots are stretching down looking for the soil that will keep my story alive. I think that's what being a writer is all about. Perseverance.
Lovely post, Sara! We have a persistent impatien. The weird thing is, it's over five feet from the original pot. And yet it comes back most years. ; )
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Beautiful comparison. Published authors are stubborn little snapdragons. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Zan Marie. Ours actually didn't come back this year. A weed took its place. I didn't want to mention that in the post. Funny though, I don't actually have a problem pulling the weed out.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ruth.
ReplyDeleteimpatiens v weed . . .the irony of fickle human preferences.
ReplyDeleteThe weed was very ugly and prickly. Weeds seem to be known for their ability to grow anywhere and when it's expected it's no longer appreciated. Talk about fickle.
ReplyDeleteMe too! Such a lovely way of looking at it. I hope Rosa's story is my snapdragon bloom...
ReplyDeleteI hope so too, good luck.
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