Stacking Cups

It turns out that stacking cups can be very therapeutic.  That is until the household destroyer knocks them over.  Sometimes I don’t even get the cups stacked before Cheekies knocks them over.  Yet, I keep stacking the cups.  I’ve gotten pretty good at stacking the cups really fast, really tall and color coordinating.  Besides, it’s almost fun every time Cheekies knocks them down and I restack the cups.
I figure this is like writing.  Just when you think you are nearing your dream of becoming published something comes along and knocks you down a few pegs.  But, you keep writing, getting better with each draft, each story, each query or contest.


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