Monday, April 11, 2011
Let's see - there was the time I decided to make pork chops, but left them in the frying pan too long. They went in the trash. We figured it was cheaper than the dental work that would have followed any efforts to chew them.
My first turkey went off without a hitch. After it came out of the oven, all golden brown and dripping with delicious juices, my mother asked me the fateful question. "Did you remove the plastic bag from the turkey's throat area?" This time, we prayed and ate the meat. God was merciful, and none of us keeled over and died.
My writing life suffers its share of faux pas. Manuscript Number One sported enough head hopping to make the steadiest reader dizzy. A research error had the main character standing on line at the White House, which is a no-no today. One now has to obtain a ticket prior to touring our national treasure. Walking up to the door and knocking doesn't cut it.
I learned from my cooking mistakes and can now put a decent meal on the table. My family no longer draws straws to see who gets to try my latest masterpiece first.
Thanks to many writer friends, blogs, workshops, and craft books, my literary attempts garner a compliment here and there. Some have even dared publish my work.
We make plenty of mistakes, and each level presents its own set of challenges. Give yourself grace, master the skill, and move on. Someday all those tearful moments will morph into funny stories for interviews, speeches, and your memoir. Oh...and don't forget blog posts. :)