Did you ever play in the mud when you were a kid? When I was much younger, I would walk barefoot along the ridge of the muddy levees which surrounded the rice fields outside my hometown and search for crawfish holes. Sinking into the mud was simply part of the adventure.
Sometimes however, you find yourself up to your eyeballs in the mucky muck, and you start to wonder when things got out of control. What begins as just a little bit of extra weight on your shoulders...i.e. deadlines, writer's block, anxiety over a potential book sale, too many balls in the air at once...one day becomes this pile of sludge which threatens to pull you under and prevent you from reaching your goals.
Don't think that you have to do this alone. You have friends. Reach out one little paw and I promise there will be another paw out there to help lift you up and set you back on the path. That's what this writer community is all about. We all have those mucky muck moments every now and again that pull us down, but that's when we need to look around, take a deep breath, plunge both feet in and just make a little mud art...
