"The human house is a paradox, for it is larger inside than out." - G.K.Chesterton
Friday, January 6, 2012
Tools of the trade...
For Christmas, E. gave me Circulon pots and pans, unsolicited. I have wanted a set since we were first married - they were extravagant and years ago, I teased, "Now, if I had those pans, I'd be a "real" wife". But the Circulon mystic had long since left my radar, so when I opened them - I went - well - a little lunatic. I was the Christmas morning three year old simultaneously shriek giggling, tearing and jumping. Good Times.
Later last week, as I sauteed the main ingredient for French Onion Soup I found myself glued as the speed with which the evenly glazed onions appeared in the dutch oven. Impressive. My pronouncement, "I LOVE these pans...this is amazing." It reminded me of a few things my dad might say about the scene, first, "You need the right tools for a job," and second, "You get what you pay for."
I'll grant these statements true, and not just because I've heard them no less than 300 times. I started thinking about tools and paying in regards to writing. I desire to write good poetry, but the truth is ... I jot out a poem's rhyme and meter...and as my daughter starts to decipher and assess I see the page properly penned a bleeding red mess. In pan terms, my writing would be found in the Dollar Tree's kitchen "a la China" aisle. I have thought, well more hoped, maybe Mr. Chesterton would deem Dollar Tree a good start... "if it's worth doing, it's worth doing badly" and all.
In short, I have very few tools for writing, and those I have, I don't know how to use. As for payment, my repertoire of knowledge is more akin to a kiddie bucket than a reservoir... I get to start somewhere, and not being a prodigy of any sort, me thinks it must be in the "bad"lands.