My little plumbing project went well yesterday. Things like that always take me longer than it might someone else because I can’t just do it and get it over with.
I think about things too much. Always, always I bring my camera along if I’m working a job of any sort on the mountain. If I don’t I end up regretting it. So it’s not a straightforward start-to-finish thing when I do a project. There are detours.
Aside from nature-type photo opportunities, there’s the job itself. I know you wanted to see a photo essay of my plumbing project, lol. So I’m going to take you along with me. Why? Because a new parallel occurred to me. This is one that draws a comparison between some aspects of my plumbing job and my synopsis.
First I hiked up the mountain to look for leaks. This is what it looked like once I got past the first bench and looked back down toward the house. Click on it to enlarge so you can truly appreciate the view:
Mayhem. That’s what I had after I finished the first draft of my WIP, too. Total, chaotic mayhem. I had story lines flowing everywhere.
So I hiked up to the tank to shut off the flow. That’s essentially what I did the first time I made a read-through after letting the story sit in my files for a few weeks. Shut down the flow of ideas and let the pressure off so I could get to work fixing weak spots.
The first time I worked on repairing the draft, I focused on the most obvious weak links. I did that, too, with my water line.
But as soon as I turned the water back on and the pressure to hold water was on again…
Dammit if there weren’t new leaks springing up in the weak spots I’d overlooked. Which is exactly what happened with my draft when I began working on my synopsis.
I think now I’ve corrected all the weak links, both in the water line and in my story line. The pressure is going to mount in the coming days, weeks, and months and we’ll see just how good a job I did.
Here’s a few more pics from yesterday I thought you might enjoy:
And this last photo is a perfect example of why it often takes me so long to do a project around the homestead. I spend a lot of time on the ground, whether I’m stumbling around on rocks and busting ass, or crawling on the forest floor planting seeds for ginseng, or just observing interesting things that catch my eye.
What an intimate view of a new beginning this is. So much can be inferred from this image and I’m quite sure that one day this will feature as a Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Hint, hint…
I’d love to hear from you about your synopsis woes or anything else that you feel inspired to comment on after reading this post.