This is the scene I awoke to on Tuesday morning. It wasn't the first time some neighbor's pigs got loose and ran wild in our backyard destroying our landscaping. They did it last week and we had just repaired the damage and then they returned.
I wanted to cry when I saw the deep ruts they tore into our lawn and gardens. They flipped up bushes and tore at the sod all with the end of their noses.
All that work we did--destroyed in seconds.
I felt much the same way when an editor sent back a story I'd written and it was filled with red marks. Corrections needed. I wanted to take the book and toss it. I wanted to take those pigs and shake them.
But eventually I got my rake and attacked the holes and ripped out plants and tried to put it back together somehow.
I did the same with my book; but with the book--I knew it would not only be repaired--it would be better.
Do you feel some days like wild pigs have torn apart your work of art? Maybe a well-meaning writer critiqued some of your favorite parts? Maybe an editor sent it back with corrections?
Pick up your pen and put it together again--you'll be surprised how quickly those repairs really do go!