So true. It’s not until I take stock (like at year’s end or via some throwback Thursday moment) that I say to myself “Self, look at all this stuff you wrote. No, like really look at it! Get off your phone a sec, It’s a lot!”
Think our natural inclination is not to celebrate lo it might make us too content — and then behold us rest on our laurels. (Which are hardly comfortable, FYI.)
I agree though. I’m certain Papa Hemingway would go out and raise a glass or trek to Cuba to fish and kill boar* after knocking out a second draft, why shouldn’t we?!
*(historical references are purely speculative)