Let’s just say that procrastination is my strong suit. Certainly not remembering to sew patches onto Cub Scout shirts. Nor actually sewing them on.
Last night was the Blue and Gold Ceremony for our middle son. He earned his wolf badge and a plethora of other arrows. All which need to be sewn onto his uniform.
While dressing for his big event, he donned his Cub Scout shirt with its various, already-earned badges. The ones I didn’t sew on like a good Girl Scout.
Nope, I velcroed them. I know, it doesn’t win me mom of the year award, but in defense of me, I did try to sew them on by hand. It was a pain in the thumb. And the palm and the finger. By the time I was done trying to keep the patches straight, I had more pinpricks than a pin cushion.
So I gave up and used the mighty, magical velcro.
Other parents fessed up to gluing theirs on. A handful hired out, while still others actually whipped out their sewing machines and did it themselves.
The result was the same. All our boys had patches on their shirts in all the right places. Only our methods had varied.
Writing is like that. Each story has a beginning, middle and end, but the way we get there is very different.
Style. It is something uniquely your own. It is your voice, your flow, your sentence structure and your way of sprinkling detail into a your story.
There is no right or wrong way to write. Unless, of course, you don’t write at all.