So life came along and stomped my strong finish down into no finish at all. A round of fevers, horrible headaches, sinus infections, coughs and all around yuckiness for the whole family has consumed me for the last half a month or so, but that’s life for you. It did however remind me of one of my favorite poems. I thought I’d share it with you.
How Did You Die?
by Edmund Vance Cooke
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight — and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
I may not have finished the five hundred words a day challenge, but I’m still going on the second draft of my book. It may be a little bit at a time, but as long as that little bit keeps happening, I’m happy. This week, I’ve been working on my pitch for The Book Doctors, Pitchapalooza. I’ll be posting my pitch in the next day or two to see what you think before I submit it. Until then… keep at it.