I spent the weekend in Richland, WA, celebrating my grandson, Mark’s, 18th birthday. He is a senior in high school this year, and I am proud of him, as I am of all my grandkids. It takes me four and a half hours to drive from my house to my son’s family in Richland – a long, tiring drive by myself, but worth it.
On the way home I thought about how important it is to show up, if possible, for life’s special events. We need to celebrate together whenever we can.
Showing up is also important for a writer. Unless I show up at my computer, day after day, week after week, and put my thoughts into words, I’ll have no book to celebrate a year from now. Without the long drive, I miss the party. Without the long struggle with a first draft, I miss out on publication.