You know that whole Tortoise and the Hare thing? A rant!

I have serious misgivings about this shirt, but I wore it anyway!

The other day I mentioned that The Accidental Guardian is my 55th book and someone said something like, "Wow, 55 books in 13 years! I'm the tortoise, you're the hare."

I said very lightheartedly, "Nope, I'm the tortoise. I keep going. And if you keep going, especially if about 16 of those 55 books were already written, and about another fifteen are novellas, then yes, you can be slow and steady and write 55 books in 13 years."

But then, we moved on to other things and only when I got home did I start really THINKING about that story, The Tortoise and the Hare.

We've talked about that story before here on Seekerville and I've always jumped in and said, "I am NOT the hare, I'm the tortoise."

But since that small really humorous exchange I thought, "You know the hare is the LOSER in that story. Why would someone act impressed with 55 books then call me a loser?"

I've decided I don't like being called 'the hare'.

More over, the big picture 'moral to the story' of The Tortoise and the Hare is: Slow and steady wins the race.

Okay fine, slow and steady wins, but only because the hare is a lazy, napping QUITTER.

The hare would have won if he'd just kept GOING.

So the real moral to that story (and who am I to rewrite Aesop? Because it's HIS moral) is STEADY wins the race.

Not SLOW AND STEADY. Yes in that story the tortoise in slow. But maybe I'm NOT slow. Maybe there is a third character in that race who is both speedy and not a quitter.

So I'm not the tortoise, maybe I'm the hare that doesn't take a NAP while a poky old tortoise just keeps plodding along.

But I am not writing this to insult tortoises. Tortoises are fine and in the case of this story HEROIC!

I just know that being called the hare while ha ha funny, isn't a compliment.

So that's my rant.
And here's my booklist

And to make me feel less like a jerk, here is a gratuitous picture of my four adorable grandchildren.

And I might add that when I am babysitting, I want to quit and take a nap WAY MORE OFTEN THAN ANY OF THEM DO!

The littlest boy got a sort of toy wristwatch that acts like a fit bit. It does almost nothing but tell's time and counts steps. He got it for his fourth birthday.

His big brother, age 7 held his watch up the last day I saw them to show me he'd taken SIXTEEN THOUSAND STEPS! And it was mid-afternoon. After he showed me, he ran off!

I asked his little brother what he was going to do with his watch.

He said, "Run and run."

In other words, Same as Usual.

That's my story, the rant, the gratuitous picture of cuteness.

Thanks for listening. Now I'm off to be either the fox and the grapes or maybe the wolf in sheep's clothing. (Oh, I admit it, I'm the boy who cried wolf)