|Okay, this isn't our library, but I wish it were!|
It was supposed to be easy--good quality paint, a single coat, and voila: the library of our dreams. Er, well, not exactly. You see, over the past several days, I've discovered that painting is a lot like writing.
- The hardest part is to get that first
- Sometimes, when you take a step back, you'll realize that what you thought would be an incredible, amazing
storycolor turns out to be god-awful, and you'll start from scratch with something new.
- When you think you're done and take a step back to admire your work, you'll find it's full of holes. Some places just need a little touch-up, while others are big enough to drive a truck through. Time to
reviseapply a second coat.
- The hardest part is getting the details just right.
- Sometimes, that brilliant idea that will finish it all off turns out to make the whole thing wrong. So you
revert to a previous version of the documentpaint over it. Unless you run out of paint. (What? It could happen. I'm just saying ...)
- When the above happens, you can't just
throw an alligator through the transom*stick a plant in front of the spot to fix it.
- All the advice in the world doesn't teach you the craft as well as just doing it. (And redoing it.)
What has life taught you about writing? And what would your personal dream library look like, if you could build it?