When I think about my writing career, I want it to be like this photo: heading forward, not jumping the track, maybe picking up goods along the way, with a great whistle to comfort me(seriously, I love train whistles). Steady and sure, I’d just chug along (bonus points if I was a steam engine and could really chug!).
But it’s really more like this.
Fun maybe once a summer. Otherwise you throw up a lot.
But then I saw one of these today. And it’s still January!
So then I felt hopeful.
And then I saw this dude (he’s a mountain goat, I know he’s hard to see), on top of a truck that belongs to the crew blowing up the mountain at the Crazy Horse Memorial.
And I laughed my ass off.
Now I’m going to try to catch my train, even though I know I’m still on the rollercoaster. Maybe I could ask the mountain goat to help me. He seems pretty determined.