The moment I saw this, I identified with Leroy and his fuzzy chicken dilemma. In spite of that voice of reason, the one that usually kills all the fun or potential for fun, I have been known to chase and pounce and sometimes even catch my own fuzzy chicken on occasion.
It also made me think about Renee Lynn Scott’s recent blog over at the Romance Roundtable. She talked about the fears and uncertainties of the writer’s plight when it comes to publication, but more than anything, she talked about writing. Just writing. (Think Nike and just do it!)
As writers, we might look at publication as the fuzzy chicken we chase after, but I think the true fuzzy chicken is the writing itself. We’ve all heard it said in many different ways, but the bottom line is WRITE. Write because you love it, because you have to, because your muse just will not shut up. When you do that, the fuzzy chicken is all yours.
I like Leroy’s goatee. Most distinguished.
He deigns not to chase the dangling hen.
I’m a fairly new writer, so only occasionally do I come up with a phrase or two that I like in my poetry. I guess that’s all I can hope for as a beginner. I just write and write and don’t think about publishing anything. The only person who reads my blog is my husband. Maybe some day…
Rosalind
Hi, Rosalind! I didn’t notice Leroy’s goatee until you mentioned it. He really is a cool cat! LOL
Stop by any time, and whatever you do, keep writing!
Hey, Sash, I love the things you come up with. I’m really, there is no way I would have come up with the idea of a fuzzy chicken on a string. Maybe a hook with no worm, or pb&j without the bread, but never a fuzzy chicken.
Write! Write! Write!
Renee
Well said, Sasha. Editors and agents have said similar things – that the bottom line is for a writer to write for the sake of writing. It’s hard to remember, though, when you were so sure the heroine came across as deep, and logical, but all your CP’s question her motives.
Can you tell I’m revising?
Hi, Renee! I decided I better quit just putting up a picture and running away.
As for how I made the correlation between fuzzy chickens and writing, I don’t have a clue. Sometimes my brain just has weird little hiccup moments. LOL
LOL. I like your brain’s hiccup moments. They’re entertaining. All my cats would chase that chicken, just like we chase the published author dream. So we do need to get writing so it’s no longer a dream and fully caught! Right? Can you tell it’s late and my brain is tired?
Happy writing, friend!