To a point.
When one is about to nosedive a burgeoning writing career over a sheer
mountain cliff, I argue some blame should be held in reserve for the wind. Or
the lack thereof.
For instance, if the wind had been a gale rushing from the valley floor
straight up to the sky, then said-nosedive would be for nought, right? The
career would only be bantied about a bit, no harm done. So when the crash and
burn does occur five hundred feet below, a little bit of blame must go to
Mother Nature. Don’t you agree?
Yeah. Neither do I.
At this point, I’m just babbling, trying to delay the inevitable leap.
Tomorrow, my four-legged furry muse and I are accompanying half my
family on a week-long vacation to the mountains. Therefore, this daily blog is
going on hiatus until Saturday, May 9.
Cue the career dirge.
While I realize I am overestimating the importance of these daily posts
in the overall health of my literary career (no eye-rolls, please; 17 published
novels make a career if not an income-taxable income), I still worry that I’ll
lose some footing by taking a break.
Rubbish, I know. But still…
If my career never rebounds from this week off, I reserve the right to
blame the wind, the mountains and old Ma Nature.
Have a great week everyone!
Until next Saturday…
Chloe
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