Kathleen Pickering   http://www.kathleenpickering.com

Dig this ant. Biting a stick while being lifted off the ground AND holding on to what would seem the equivalent of Mount Rushmore to one of us humans.

I exaggerate, but you get my point. That little arachnid doesn’t even have a six pack, or long hair, a tattoo or wear the latest sports gear—not even a pair a sneakers to get the job done.

What he is doing, is what he was born to do. And that simple expectation, folks, is all we should want from ourselves.

Especially, as writers. If we didn’t have the tools of the trade, we’d be talking up a storm, making sure our stories were getting passed down and around because before authors had technology, pens, parchment or rock faces to inscribe their thoughts, they had mouths. Authors spoke their stories twining them into legends, fairy tales and fables for their clans.

It’s all about adapting. Life is that journey of knowing who you are and growing where you are planted. You don’t give up. You don’t gripe. You search out the most exciting and creative path and keep growing. Ultimately, you create beauty of your own by doing what you were born to do whether the world cheers you on, fails to notice or stands in awe at your creativity.

Working with what you got is the best gift you can offer. I invite you all to celebrate yourselves in your writing careers (or your whatever careers!) because as unique as you are, we certainly are lucky to have you.

This blog will be serving as my parting words as a “second” Tuesday blogger on The Kill Zone. Unfortunately, my Mount Rushmore is getting a bit bigger than I can handle, so I have to shave a bit off the boulder here and there. I have enjoyed my short time among the esteemed Kill Zone crew and am honored they gave me a slot!

I’m hoping that perhaps once in a while an opportunity will arise to sneak in a post. But, for now, I have to sign off. Thank you all for spending time here. I know my replacement will have plenty to share. So stay tuned!

I’ll see you guys on that writing sidewalk. You know, the one that’s always there—you just step on when you can, or off when you need to. I think I’ll be sprinting for the next few years, but don’t let me pass you by without a hello!

Write on, my friends, and thanks for all the fun. The Kill Zone rocks!!

xox, Piks