Back when I was a kid, we were able to purchase small turtles as pets. Siegfriend and Gottfried were the first pair to join our household. I don't recall the reason why we gave them those names, but I suspect my grandma's love for the TV host, Arthur Gottfried, had something to do with at least one of them.
Playing with them and "racing" them on our slippery wood floors provided lots of fun times. Neither of them moved too fast, so they were evenly matched.
As an adult, one of my dog's favorite games involved chasing the rabbits on our property. Those animals gave her plenty of exercise.
This writing journey sometimes feels like a race. Starting off as a non-fiction writer, I landed a couple of writing assignments almost immediately. The rabbit in me thought, "Hmm, this writing thing is a piece of cake. I can relax and churn out devotionals and articles." Wrong. The rejections rolled in one after the other. Enter the tortoise, slow and deliberate, but always moving toward the finish line. I studied the craft, and my writing improved. More assignments came my way.
The entry into the wonderful world of fiction gave new meaning to the word, "slow." This race moves about as fast as the turtle pictured above. Every word written, every craft book read, every critique taken to heart brings me one step closer to my publication goal.
Patience. Whether it takes one year or ten years, I'm in this race for the long haul. How about you?