. . . the forest for the trees . . .
You remember that phrase--"Can't see the forest for the trees"--used to describe the frustration of details getting in the way of the big picture? (That's the way I always understood it--correct me if I'm wrong). I guess that's how I'm feeling, or try "Can't see the dandelions for the spiders." I'm at a low point. Spiders are problems, and weeds are the outcome. It's a metaphor for writing my book on Ruth. The spiders are many: Lack of competence leads to lack of confidence; no lack of confusion leads to no lack of distraction; unclear thinking leads to thick, dull writing; is it worth the time and effort when the outcome is just going to be a dandelion? But I'm not ready to quit yet. Last week was the writers conference I attended the past two years. I didn't go this year, but when I sent out a simple little "How was it?" sort of email to the friends I met there--Wow! They replied! They looked for me, they missed me...