Saturday--two days ago--I decided that the topic for today's blog would be RESTING ON MY LAURELS.
You probably have an idea why I chose this topic. Last week was very upbeat for me. I'd just had a booksigning on the 7th with Jan Scarbrough, and was looking forward to another one on the 13th. That event was wonderful, and already on Saturday the 14th I was getting email feedback on the books sold Friday. This gave me a writerly high.
Temporary, of course. And it doesn't write the next book. So even though I felt as if I'd won an Olympic race and was wearing a laurel crown, I knew better than to loll around in it too long. Hence my topic for today's blog.
And--I'm not making this up--in Sunday's sermon the minister told about the ancient Isthmian Games, which were held in Corinth every four years. Like the ancient Olympic Games, but different. One difference, he pointed out, was that winners received not a shiny dark green crown of laurel leaves, but a crown of celery leaves. Imagine how long that lasted.
So here's the thing. I got my crown last week, and yep, it's already wilted. Which means today I'm starting my story for the 2009 Legend Christmas anthology. The first stumbling steps toward--I hope--winning another crown.
So I'm not resting on my laurels, nor on my celery. Thought you might be interested to know that, since some of you have been telling me the last few days that I need to write faster.
Of course it helps free up some time when my minister co-writes the blog.