…singing do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do, snapping her fingers and shuffling her feet…” (I love this song recorded by the group Manfred Mann in the early 60’s.)
I heard the song playing on PBS while I worked in my office around the corner. It made me smile and think about the words. I’d just finished watching a show called Highgrove about The Prince of Wales and his home and gardens, and had left the TV on while I went to catch up on emails. I’d enjoyed Highgrove, and loved that Charles had his early vision of growing things organically. He’d taken a lot of flak for that over the years. He’d started out with bare bones: a rather ugly looking manor house, flat, boring, and on over cultivated grounds, but he’d had a vision. I think it looked something like this:
Anyway, Charles persisted and created something truly wonderful, heck they even have their own sewer system at Highgrove, and the stump garden, intriguing artistic walls, sanctuaries, busts nestled in viewing spots within sculptured hedges are both amusing and calming. There are trees in multiple shades of green that cast shadows over lawns, fields of wildflowers, birds, small animals, and butterflies. It’s all so gorgeous.
In addition, there’s an arbor created by apple trees, and a working kitchen garden that supplies the needs of the household. Nothing goes to waste. Just looking at the different stages of the compost heaps and learning about them took me back to my own childhood and our own compost heap. And Charlie was real, and funny, and very wise. If you missed the show, check out if it’ll be repeated, it’s well worth your time.
Back to the song: Do Wah Diddy.
I was worried about getting the copyedits for my first romantic suspense novel, to be published in the near future by The Wild Rose Press, and I envisioned for myself a total freak out; maybe even going into a catatonic state. I questioned if I was ready. Then I remembered Charles and his vision and how he created what he knew was right and how he let the negative comments roll off his back. And good heavens he is next in line to the throne of England! So if he can do it, I can do it! We all have to start somewhere. And we should all follow our dreams.
When my copyedits arrived last Monday, was I holding my breath? You betcha. But, I found them not too scary. In fact I enjoyed revisiting that story and making it stronger under the guidance of my editor. Fear of the unknown can grab ahold of us, if we let it, and I have to admit it had had a stranglehold on my throat. I spent ten solid days on the edits. Tonight I sent them back. I think I’ll now take a walk down the street. You can bet I’ll be snapping my fingers and shuffling my feet to the beat of a new found confidence. I love my story. And while this was round #1 and I’m sure we will need a round #2, I’m ready. And next time will be easier because the unknown factor has been removed.
What about you? Are you a worrier? Do you fear the unknown? Or are you adventurous?