|Here's Lance studying the livestock|
prior to his first mutton-busting experience.
When Lance, my grandnephew, was first learning to string words together, I’d load him in his car seat and start the process of buckling him in: put the straps around his shoulders, and hook those two clips together. Lance would then pipe up, “I do my part,” which meant that he would put the whole thing down into the plastic contraption between his legs, the one that holds the harness together.
I do my part. We should all be so dedicated.
When it comes to writing, it's the same for me: I do my part—on whatever project I have set for myself. Maybe it’s sitting down to write in my journal, adding another scene to a story, or reading up on point of view. Before anything else can happen, I have to do that. It’s that simple. It’s that hard. Because we all have other things tugging at us for our attention.
So that’s it. That’s all I’m asking of myself today. And of you.
Let's show up and do our part.