Windfall

[dreamer_easy]

I had an epiphany in the middle of the night, thanks to the Zen nun I left murmuring on my iPod. I've been feeling frustrated and unworthy because I haven't yet got an original SF novel published, let alone won the Hugo, Nebula, Tiptree, Ditmar, despairing love of all humanity, etc. This is doing things backwards. An apple tree isn't trying to make apples, or thinking 'Why haven't I made apples yet, all my mates are making fantastic apples, I'm never gonna make these freakin' apples'. It just makes a bunch of apples, because that's a hoot, and also because it's an apple tree. Like everything in nature, then, I shall be goalless.

Comments

[alawston.livejournal.com]

More to the point, an apple tree probably wouldn't think to itself: "I've made a shitload of Golden Delicious apples which everyone really enjoyed eating, but when's my time to make some freakin' Granny Smiths?"

[tysolna]

This.