There are teapots, there are cooking pots, there are flower pots and then there’s the pot in a poker game.  What all these things have in common is that they hold things for a time.  Teapots, though, are especially representative of a writer.  Inside the writer is a similar repository.  And it acts in a very similar fashion: it steeps.

A story seed, novel length or short, will begin to foment.  When it’s finally steeped enough, it becomes, and the writer writes the story.  Then that story gets put back into the story pot and steeps again.  When it’s ready, the writer reads the story with fresh eyes and mind and either knows it’s right or commences to adjust it.  If it’s right, it’s ready for guests to partake of it.  If it’s not, then it goes back into the story pot to steep once more, until, later, the writer again takes it out, samples it, and either deems it ready for release or in need of more adjustment. 

Of course, sometimes the story, like bad tea, just gets dumped.

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