Blunder

Yesterday I discovered I'd made a writing blunder. Actually, blunders are more like it. I was making rice and beans for dinner and mentioned to Ron that I was so upset I wanted to cry.

He said, "Are you sure it's not the onion you're chopping?"

I was sure. I felt the frustration in my chest, not my eyes.

He slid his arms around me and tried to help me calm down. Today I was reading Walking on Water by Madeleine L'Engle and came across this quote by Chekov: "You must once and for all give up being worried about successes and failures. Don't let that concern you. It's your duty to go on working steadily day by day, quite quietly, to be prepared for mistakes, which are inevitable, and for failures. . . . The thought that I must, that I ought to, write, never leaves me for an instant."

And so today I continue to write.