Daily Archives: March 9, 2011

A Note To Parents

Hug your babies each and every day.  No matter how old they get, no matter how much milk they spill or how many toys they forget to pick up, children are the single most precious gifts we have been given.

Never let your last words be angry or hurtful.

Never forget to praise their accomplishments.

Never let a day go by that you don’t show them just how much you care.

And never take them for granted, because one day, when you least expect it, they might be gone.

If you’re the kind to pray, please do so now for this unfortunate family.

My your day be filled with blessings.

Free does not mean without a price.

So we got a new dog.  We didn’t pay for her because she was free.  Kind of.  DH was the middle man between his dad and the breeder.  You see, DH and his dad are hunters.  Pheasants are popular in our frying pan.

A few years back, Father-In-Law’s hunting dog passed away.  He’s not done hunting, so he borrows our lab for his trips to the South Dakota corn fields.

Sadly, our geriatric canine made her last trip in November.  So, my ever-generous and not-quite-done-hunting FIL offered to buy our next dog.  Alas, Dear Hubby took him up on it so they may continue the annual hunts. 

But she wasn’t really free.  We’ve bought a kennel, a pillow, chew toys, new socks, peroxide to vomit up the old socks, vet bills, worm medicine and special dog food.  We’ve cleaned carpets, chased her around fences, vacuumed daily and put our home into lock-down mode.  We spend hours taking her potty when she doesn’t have to go and even more time watching her roam the house in case she actually does.  Free, is an illusion.

Especially in the writing world.

Your education is not free.  Whether you earned an MFA or barely eked out your GED, the price of learning to write is time and effort.

There is not short cut.  No magic wand.  No miracle pill.  Rather, getting published is hard work.  

Nothing is free.  Not in life and not in writing. 

What does writing cost you?  Is it worth the price?  Do you have a set cap on how much you’re willing to spend before you hang up the hunting gear?

Me?  It costs sleep, time away from my kids, hours in the car to attend conferences, fewer lazy evenings with DH and less time to housebreak the new pooch. 

You know what I’ve learned?  Guilt is damn expensive.