These two topics are connected -- really. Please read onward.
My front yard has several tall native trees (black walnuts and osage oranges) that produce bumper crops of unpalatable fruit. So in the fall, I spend many many hours picking up these botanical rejects from the lawn. Billions of black walnuts (golf ball to baseball-sized green orbs) and a few lumpy brain-like green osage oranges (softball-sized spheres). Yesterday morning, I took twelve wheelbarrow loads of walnuts to the woods behind the house -- picnic time for the squirrels.
While doing this mindless task, my brain can focus on earth-shaking topics, such as, "What was the name of that movie I watched last night?" Or, "Did I put the milk back in the refrigerator?" Or, "Why don't my socks match this morning?"
I also think a lot about book editing. Some edit ideas pop into my head. So I dig a small spiral notebook and pen out of my pocket to jot them down, and remind myself that I really need to do more and more and more editing, to make my novels more irresistible. I'm relatively new at creative-writing -- I'm learning.
But I digress from the important topic: black walnuts.
When I finally finish picking them all up and dumping them out of sight, I get the reward: the sight of a clean yard. Yay!!
Dang, another walnut just fell. OK, I'll pick it up.
Only two more. No big deal.
They're everywhere again. Well, at least I've never been hit by a falling black walnut. I bet those suckers would hurt.
That one just hit me! On the head! I'm gonna sue!
Well, at least I've only been hit once by a falling osage orange. That really hurt.
That's it. I'm getting a hard hat and a suit of armor.
As if the trees really care.
And the point is....? Collecting black walnuts and book editing are never quite done. For the latter, I hope that with enough experience, I"ll got this erditing thang write,