I had some really cool ideas for posting today, but you're gonna have to wait. I'm just not up to doing those Golden Ideas justice today, and I'll tell ya why.
Yes, those little creepy crawlies have infiltrated my house and I spent the better part of my evening eradicating them.
So I'm sitting here on the couch and I feel like they're creeping all over me. I keep scratching, but the itches keep returning. ARGH.
You know those itty bitty bugs that sometimes turn up in your flour? I found some on the counter tonight. Not sure where they came from because I have been freezing my flour, pancake mix, etc. to kill any eggs that might be hiding inside.
I try not to think about that. The eggs. The larva. I know they're in there and there's not anything any of us can do about it, but I can pretend they're not. Just like I can pretend eggs aren't aborted baby chickens. (Yeah, I said it. Can you deny it?)
I try to reassure myself by remembering that there are demented souls in this world that actually eat bugs willingly. Some would call them a delicacy. I think they're completely off their rockers, but as long as they don't try to give me any chocolate-covered critters, I can keep my trap shut.
ANYWAY, so my flour-y stuff is in the freezer, my cereals are in plastic containers with lids, so I'm not sure where these suckers were coming from, but I emptied all my cabinets, washed them out, threw away a GARBAGE bag full of old spices and crap that's been in the cupboard for a year or more...and I'm hoping that will be the end of it.
Except, it's not. You know for the next week or so I'll be opening every container and shaking it around to see if there is anything moving inside.
You know that scene in Indiana Jones where the woman has to reach her hand into the hole in the wall to pull the lever to save Mr. Jones from some crushing death?
(I can't find a picture if it...but that's probably just as well).
Indiana would've been pancaked if he were depending on me to reach my hand in there. No way, no how. Not even with rubber gloves that ran up to my armpit. Sorry, Indie, it was nice while it lasted. So much for the sequels. hahahaha
Okay, so let's see if I can somehow magically turn my bug episode into a writing analogy. Gimme a minute, I've got a few things percolating over here.
#1-Should we try for the obvious? Debugging = Revising? You comb through your manuscript getting rid of all the extra words, leaving a cleaner, sleeker document in the end. That could work.
#2-Or I could say that my fear of these tiny little critters is irrational since I'm 1,000 times bigger and there's nothing they can really DO to me...and so we should not be afraid of querying or the rejections that follow because they can only hurt us if we fear them and hand over our power. That one needs some work. LOL.
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