And this is the way you will know that your editor loves you: In the late hours of the evening, she will instruct you to do push-ups. Ten of them. Right there in your office, on the floor next to your desk. The same floor where she once told you to lie down and stare at the ceiling until the words started.
And you will do them, of course. Right there on the floor of the office, even though usually you cheat and do your push-ups on the staircase.
You will not explain why you did the push-ups; nor will you expect anyone to understand.
It’s Wednesday, and that means it’s time for our weekly book club discussion over at Tweetspeak for National Poetry Month. Join us for another fun section of poemcrazy: freeing your life with words by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge.
I promise not to make you do push-ups. But maybe there are colorful hand-drawn illustrations. Follow the link to read the post: poemcrazy: Hi There Stars.