Then my water well pump jack malfunctioned and snapped the pump rod. I quickly filled the horse’s water tank and promptly ran out of water. This condition lasted for nine days while I portaged water and pulled the pipe and rods from the well—279 feet down I found the culprit and repaired it. You might ask what this has to do with the above water hole next to my barn. Good question.
During the nine days I spend working on the well; I wandered behind the barn and was surprised to see a dry hole. It took me two days of slinging mud before I found the offending pipe. Needless to say there is now a new hand pump in the middle of the hole. Reflecting on the lesson that I learned—if water stops flowing here it also stops at other places. In other words accidents happen—repair them and make the best use of your time—the same lesson applies to your writing.
I leave you with my reflections in pictures. The first shows what caused them and the second is titled Reflections.
Reflections off my Chicken Coop