It has been hot this week where I live — 95 on Monday, 93 today and it’s supposed to be 92 on Wednesday.
As I was buying milk, watermelon and Corn Flakes tonight at the grocery store, the teenage clerk ask how I was doing.
“No complaints,” I told him.
“Not even about the weather?” he asked.
“What good would complaining do?”
Complaining wasn’t going to make it magically cooler. The same can be said about writing. Yes, it’s a solitary and sometimes lonely pursuit that can be frustrating, but complaining isn’t going to make it any easier.
So just as there is no crying in baseball, there is no whining in writing.
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