I’ve always been more than a little fascinated by woodpeckers.

They want something that they can’t quite get from the surface, so they chip away and chip away until, voila, they finally get it.

Any work on my “thing” feels a lot like being a woodpecker. I know  something is down there. It has value and substance and will make me and all the other woodpeckers supremely happy. I want it to come out so bad, but I just…. can’t…. quite…. reach…. it….

It’s tiring. My beak hurts from all this work.

Now, where was I?

Oh. Yeah. Back to the chipping….