Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Perseverance

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.

8 comments:

  1. 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. ; )

    Writers have to be persistent.

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  2. Beautiful comparison. Published authors are stubborn little snapdragons. I love it!

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  3. Thanks 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.

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  4. impatiens v weed . . .the irony of fickle human preferences.

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  5. The 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.

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  6. Me too! Such a lovely way of looking at it. I hope Rosa's story is my snapdragon bloom...

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