Oh man, I KNOW that I admitted to the fact that I turn things into something much bigger than they are and I honestly thought that the application to my crafts was what I was supposed to apply it, too. But then I remember something else that I have been turning into something more than it actually is. Can you guess what it might be? Have you noticed anything about Fridays on my blog? Yup, no House of 8 Nates posts. I've been stalling on that very thing, too. The funny part is that what should be the hard part, writing a novel, is long done with and yet here I sit, with no completed book. I'm pretending that it is going to take a very long time for me to polish up what I already have. I'm pretending that it will need more work on my part to clean it than it took to create it.
Maybe I get that idea from my home. It seems that the care and cleaning of the home has taken far more time than the building, but then I forget that it took so many hours to build this structure it was just shared by such a large group that it happened in a relatively short amount of time. But the little bit of work that I do interspersed through out the weeks will hardly put a dent in all the hours it took to create the wood, fibers, metals and craftsmanship that are in our home.
And the same is true for me and that story. No matter how much time I put into the polishing, it won't add up to the number of hours and years that went into dreaming it up and putting it into a shareable state. And I guess I should look at this story as a house or a room in my house. It has been built and furnished, this editing is like cleaning up the living that occurs in it so that friends can come over and visit.
So I think I'm going to take some time this week and try and get the entire book in order so that I can share it with you all and even with some strangers who might come by. Be on the look out for my forth coming Open House for the book The House of Eight Nates!