A Basket Full of Eggs

An interesting phenomenon has taken place on my door wreath: a nest of eggs. Originally, they were white eggs (dove eggs to be exact), but a severe windstorm blew the eggs out of the basket.

Then along came the robbins and took over the abandoned nest and splattered mud on the door to rebuild it. I don’t know if they “spit” on it or if they carried mud on their wings, but it was (and still is) a mess. Every time I open the door, the birds fly out. A lot of activity has been going on in that nest.

Yesterday, my neighbor asked me how the “white” eggs were doing and I said, “I have no idea; they come and they go!”

She reached inside the nest and said, “There are four eggs.”

I rushed for my camera and tried to take a picture, but I wasn’t tall enough to reach the nest. Kim said, “I’ll do it.” She stood on her tip-toes and flashed a picture.”

Four blue eggs.

Was there an Easter egg coloring contest going on?

Nope.

The doves left and the robbins took over.

Writing and publishing are the same way. I marvel at the process (sometimes!), but I never give up. Three of my stories were finalists with one publisher and were deemed “worthy of publication.” So I submitted them to another publisher and all three were published.

What if I just “sat” on my “eggs”? I know for sure they would still be in my “writing to be published” file and not in a book.

Don’t sit on your “eggs” and don’t put all your eggs in one basket!

Living Life Passionately,