So what happens when you come out of an affirming moment into ordinary life?
If you're me, you feel like someone launched you out of a cannon into ... a field. A muddy field. In the middle of nowhere. With cows placidly munching on grass.
"What should I be doing in this field?" I ask, realizing that a chair and my laptop have materialized in the field beside me. I sit down; the chair sinks into the mud about an inch or so, and I realize these shoes will never be the same.
I set myself to writing on a story, but I don't know which one to write on -- the serious rewrite of Gaia's Hands? The attempt to write a short story out of the long lost Gaia's Eyes? Some other short story? A new novel?
I ruminate: Will I ever get an agent? Will I ever get published? Is there a reason for all this? Is this God's will? Is there really a God, and if so, doesn't She have something better to do than land me a writing career? A placid bovine eyes me with sympathy.
Restless, I stand, setting the laptop on the chair. The cows low about me. Disgruntled, I take a deep breath and remind myself:
I am out standing in my field.
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