I absolutely LOVE Tuesdays! It’s not Tuesday?? OK, the truth is, what I love is the Take-My-Picture part of Tuesday. Here I am trying to figure out how to work my bed.
Mom’s bed, I understand. I also understand how to cuddle up on the couch, the chair, laps, blankets, and even inside the laundry basket. This bed, though, has me stumped.
Mom is also stumped. NOT by the bed. She said, “Just get in.” and “It’s a bed.” and “I don’t have time for this. I have another revision.” I’m not sure what revision is, but it sounds like collision, and I definitely have some experience with that. Collisions give me a headache.
A magazine editor asked Mom to revise one of her stories. Simple right? So she did it and sent it back. Now another editor looked at it and wants MORE revision. So Mom is happy, but also has a headache. Each day, she stares at the story a lot and re-reads the story a lot and mumbles at the story a lot and revises the story a little, tiny bit. She says, “Revision is difficult.” and “I liked it the way it was.” and “Just get in. IT’S A BED!”
Mom is feeling that with each little change, the story is less and less her story. But since her story has a list of rejections a mile and a half long, maybe it NEEDS to be less and less her story. Once my friend Lila played with my stuffed gorilla. I thought that made it less mine, but after Lila was finished playing, the gorilla tasted better than ever and now it’s my favorite toy, and Lila is my favorite friend!
Sometimes, changes, even difficult ones, are good.