When I was a kid I hated gardening.
Gardening = pulling weeds = chores = BOOOOOOORING!
But now that I have a garden, I find I love spending time in it. Although not pulling weeds, that part still equals boring.
Yesterday afternoon I was raking leaves, cutting the grass, getting everything ready for summer.
I filled my first bag of leaves.
Because my son was telling me about an idea he has for a novel, I started thinking about first drafts.
That’s what this bag of leaves is.
A first draft.
It looks finished. It looks as though this bag is now perfectly filled and nothing more can possible be put into it. After all, I have to be able to close it or I might just as well shovel the leaves directly into the car and drive to the dump.
It’s done and I’m ready to go!
It’s a first draft.
Which means that so much of it is nothing but air and fluff. So I push down on the bag to press all the air out of it.
Which means that what I am now left with is half the size, but much more compact.
So I pile more leaves into the bag and do it again.
Which means I end up with three full bags instead of seven.
And a lot less cakes in Chocolates in the Ocean.