I think everyone had an abysmal winter (show of hands, please?). If we used a plow service (hand up here), in spite of having a nifty snowblower in the garage (hand raised again), we have to be ready to face the consequences of the yahoos who ride those trucks and wield those plows.
Which is how I ended up with a staircase at the end of my driveway, smashed on one side, and completely unsafe. Had the plow guys told me of the damage? No. They tossed the broken post behind the house, hi-tailed it back home and sent me the bill.
Will they be plowing my driveway next winter? Uh… you guessed it, I’m looking for a new lawn service.
But I digress. I watched Brilliant Writer Husband and Fabulous Engineer Son work on and repair the stairs over Easter weekend. What did I learn?
The damage has to be assessed for what is usable (read over your manuscript with close attention to gaps and mistakes, forgiving yourself along the way).
Old nails have to be pulled (cut the fat and unimportant details).
Decide if you will use the tools at hand, or make a run to the hardware store (are you going to work with what you have? Or start all over again?).
Re-assemble the parts, checking for usability and strength (decide if your story has enough sass to survive a serious edit).
Attempt the first screw, and adjust technique as you go (ditto, but with words).
Test each re-assembled part for durability, then move on (as with the stairs, you MUST continue working forward in order to finish).
Finally, take a walk up the stairs, holding on to the railing, and celebrate your good work (huzzah! you stuck with it! a hearty pat on the back for you!)
Of course, the repairs didn’t go exactly like that. Mark broke one hammer, the best hammer is missing, the middle hammer has one of the claws broken. The battery-operated drill needs its battery pack replaced, and we had to pull out my father’s old Sears model, which doesn’t have the features of my DeWalt 9v. I stood to one side, collecting bent nails in a soda can for disposal and looking helpful. Finally, I left father and son to their own brilliance, and returned to celebrate the wonders of the repair.
And, in writing, it’s the same a lot of the time. Discovering that two scenes of my manuscript can’t be used because I killed off the father before the book starts, another chapter has a scene missing that has to be written. There’s not enough energy between hero and heroine yet. I’ve run through the easy parts and it’s getting harder.
Outside, the stairs are still put together – they have been for two days. There has to be a lesson in that!
How do YOU find inspiration to keep going?