Story Time: Stew In The Pot

A student wandered into the kitchen as the master was preparing the evening meal. The master beckoned to him saying, “Come in, my young pupil, and inspect the evening meal I am preparing.”

The young man stepped closer and the master raised the lid from a pot on the warm stove. The wise old man gestured at the pot and instructed, “Young man, look inside this pot. Tell me, what do you see?”

The young man looked into the pot and saw it was full of vegetables, meat, and a thick, rich gravy. It smelled incredible! He licked his lips.

“I see…” he began, pondering the delightful pot of stew in front of him, “carrots.”

The master nodded his head. “Good,” he said. “And what else do you see?”

The student answered, “I see peas.”

“Correct, go on.”

The student pointed into the pot, “I think this right here might be onion.”

“Very good,” the master nodded. “Keep going.”

“Well, these here are obviously potatoes, and — “

” — and beef, and gravy, and garlic,” the master interrupted. “Yes, all these things and more. Everything you have said is true. But you’ve overlooked the most important thing in the pot.”

The student raised his eyebrows. “Master, what have I overlooked?”

“What I see in the pot,” the master mused as he grabbed a ladle, “is stew.” The master scooped some stew into a bowl and handed it to the student with a broad smile. “And it’s delicious!”

Itchy’s Diner: My victory over Procrastination

I’m pleased to announce that as of today, I have finally published Itchy’s Diner!

It’s 2023.

I wrote the first 50,000 words in 2007!

I’d love to say I’ve spent the past 16 years refining the book and making it as near to perfect as I could…but I must confess, I spent nearly the entire time not working on my book. In fact, I didn’t even write the final words of my first draft until 2019!

You might wonder, did I not like the book? As it happens, I love Itchy’s Diner! Even as I was writing it, I liked it better than my first book, The Dream Weaver, and I was very pleased with The Dream Weaver.

I’m not a psychologist, but I can’t help but think that’s actually a big part of why I dragged my feet for so long. While it remained a work in progress, it was mine and mine alone. It was my cherished little world where Itchy interacted with the many different characters that walked through the doors of his diner, my own private little retreat I could always visit where everything felt old and familiar.

A homecoming of sorts.

And in those times that I felt aimless or hopeless, questioning if I was doing anything with my life, I always had Itchy’s Diner to continue working on. Whenever I feared I wasn’t accomplishing anything, I could put in an hour or two of writing and editing Itchy’s Diner, and my thirst for achievement would be sated once again. Indeed, it was in the moments that I most feared I was wasting my life that I was most likely to work on my book with renewed vigor — but a vigor that all too often burned out after a few days or a week.

Since it took me 16 years to complete the book working in that manner, I guess I’m happy to tell you that yes, such moments of existential dread have been rather infrequent in my life. But through good times and bad, one thing remained constant: I have long held to the conviction that if I were to die before officially releasing Itchy’s Diner, it would be my saddest failure.

So today, Itchy’s Diner is no longer mine alone. It is ours, and I’m happy to share it with you. It has helped me find meaning, purpose, and joy in my relatively small and insignificant life for 16 years. I sincerely hope it will do the same for you.

As for me, I have a giant stack of ideas for new creative projects that’s been building up for 16 years. I often said to myself “that’s a cool project, but I really should finish Itchy’s Diner first.” So I guess you could say I have a lot of promises I’ve made to myself that have just come due.

I wish you all the best, until we meet again.