In Trees

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I would like to be published someday, nestled in among the B’s in the bookstore. Only I can never decide just what kind of book I’ll have. The B’s seem rife with science fiction and it might be fun to spice it up a bit. But a goal is a goal, and it’s nothing without plans to reach it.

I have plans, I do, they just never seem to survive the enemy.

And it occurred to me, I’ve got one shot at this. Tomorrow is not a guarantee, it’s no more real than the daydreams that carry me through the day. I cannot put this off. I cannot wait for when I have more time, less stress, more freedom. I need to write today, this hour and every hour, in the scribbled margins of my life. Because waiting until the day where I can lay aside all else and bury my thoughts in Muses is a day that will never come. Not while I can still make use of it.

So I will start scribbling the stories in my head, in whatever pen’s at hand, and from those seeds build up a forest. If I plant them now, in thirty years I’ll have a hundred acre wood of my own, instead of a bag of horded acorns and a trowel.

And that, that is what I’ll wake to tomorrow, to life and stress and dreams of trees.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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