Wise beyond her years

This blog post isn't going to be as dressed up as usual, because I am using the home computer, which is on its last legs, and because today is a writing day. My second book's not going to write itself, and after not writing Saturday, and not writing much on Sunday, I need to knock out some work.

But this blog post is a good one.

I was talking with the Dear Daughter Sunday night on the way home from her church youth group meeting, and she asked me how the book was coming. My kids are great like that -- I'm not just asking them how their day was at school. They're asking me how my day was.

So I said it's good, but I had hoped to write more than I had this past weekend and was still formulating plans.

And then she said, get ready for it ... this:

"I think writing a book is like driving at night. You may not see the whole distance, but you can see what the headlights let you see, and that's enough."

She is 12. Wise beyond her years, that one.

Sometimes I can be such a planner that I want to have all the information before I get started. And that could take a while. In so many areas of life, you may not see how things are going to turn out. You just have to start and be happy with the distance your headlights let you see, so to speak.

So this morning, I may not have a complete plan, and I am writing on a computer that I hope will hang on for me, but I have the headlights on. As long as I can see the next few feet ahead of me, I'm good.