And you thought this would be a paragraph of the week (though I should say month these days). Maybe something different is what we all need. Add some spice to life and such. So, here we go.
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Or maybe I should call it paragraph of the month at this point! With an increasing work load, it is becoming harder and harder (and more difficult to remember) to post new content. But, I’m not giving up. So, here we go.
So, you asked me to lunch and then to retrieve a mysterious object,” Jacques said, “what else will be on our itinerary for the day?”
John shrugged. “Have to see if we get the key back and if you will actually talk.”
“The key? Oh monsieur, you don’t mean…”
“She always wore it around her neck. It was the only thing left after the fire. I’ve worn it every day since then. You remember it, remember her wearing it, right?”
“Of course, it never left her body.”
And here is the paragraph of the week. If you forgot how the story started, just check out the archives! Look under writing and you’ll have everything up to this point. Now, on with the story!
“Something wrong?” Jacques asked.
John shook his head. “Nothing.”
He began shuffling forward. A few flurries drifted down, melting on his arms. His leather jacket kept his core warm, and if he had wanted to push down the sleeves, it would have done the same for his arms. Then the cold couldn’t singe his flesh. Then it wouldn’t have felt so good.
Well, this story is moving along now! (mostly because I have been putting in more than just a paragraph…) So, here is the next installment!
They turned down one of the side streets and headed to the lake. The buildings varied from luxurious homes, complete with winding staircases, driveways, and statues in the small, gated front yards to heavy, squat apartment buildings worn from years of misuse; almost every structure was ancient and tired looking. One building, a wide and tall structure with a yellowish brick, made John turn his head and stop. He had gone up the stairs to it almost every day for a month, and every time he always felt tricked.
When he had first been looking for an apartment, John had replied to an ad that advertised brand new units. It had seemed too good to be true, and it had been.
Everyone has played the always fun waiting game. From kids on Christmas Eve, twitching in their beds and thinking of the presents they will soon receive, to the grandparents sitting in their favorite chair, sipping tea, and waiting for their children and grandchildren to come over and visit, we all wait. And while we all wait, I believe there is no one who waits more and has more patience than a writer.
I must say, I never used to be a patient person. I wanted everything done quickly and waiting for any results was torture. All of that changed when I started submitting works to publishers and agents. I soon learned that a few years (an inconceivably long amount of time in my old view) is just a drop in the bucket. Now, most people would expect a huge rant here. That’s not going to happen. In fact, I’m HAPPY waiting. Here’s why.
They say patience is a virtue and that is true. Being patient and waiting for good things to come your way, things you have no control over, is a good way to control stress. Most people freak out over the little things (and most of these things they have no control over), which leads to stress and health issues. Learning how to wait teaches you how to let go of those little things, be it the guy that cut you off in traffic, the stock that just keeps ticking down, or the friend that doesn’t want to show up on time, and let go of stress. Not only does waiting help relieve stress, it also makes the reward at the end of the tunnel that much better. For example, imagine the thing you most want in life. If you could have it tomorrow or in three years, which would you pick? Tomorrow, right? But think of it this way, that thing you want only becomes better and better the more you wait for it. Obtaining something easily, well, that’s just too easy. Without fighting for your dreams, without waiting for your dreams, the prize won’t be as cherished.
So I wait for agents and publishers and editors. And that’s fine. They are busy (and I’ve learned to keep myself busy with new work) and can’t get to everything right away. So, I’ll wait. The reward will be that much better when it comes.