The old saying is "Patience is a virtue."
Nah-unh. Patience is a muscle. You have to develop it. You have to practice it. Sometimes, you just have to lump it.
Winter has finally arrived in Kansas and I'm resenting it just a little bit. It would be one thing if The Swamp were blanketed in snow and I couldn't see all the work needing to be done for years to come.
Alas, in typical Kansas fashion, we are cold and dry, or cold and just wet enough to prevent me from going outside to move mud around. I can't plant. I can't dig. I can't even really lay bricks because I need the ground level and that involves the digging I can't do.
So I stand at my kitchen window, sip hot tea and practice patience. When I can't stand anymore, I go write on The Price of Justice.
Frustration fuels the muse on this book. Good thing. I have plenty to spare.