Woman By The Well


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Illustration by Jerry Pinkney from “The Talking Eggs”

I feel like I’m living in a fairy tale.

To be clear: it’s not a Disney-Princess style fairy tale- I’m not sleeping under an enchantment, or waiting for a prince to rescue me, or dancing the night away in glass shoes. (Seriously, could they think of a less appropriate shoe material?) I’m not laboring away proving my goodness through acts of gracious service to win the heart of a prince and be swept away to a Happily Ever After.

I don’t think I’m the princess in this story at all.

I think I’m the Woman by the Well. You know the one: the one who is old and/or poor and/or ugly who asks for something humble like a drink of water, then proves to be an enchantress of some great power who was in disguise. If the character is “Bad” they dismiss the request and are showered with snakes and spiders. If the character is “Good” they oblige the request and are showered with wealth and beauty.

That’s totally me: showering my enemies with snakes and spiders.

Just kidding: I wouldn’t want to punish spiders or snakes like that- they didn’t do anything to deserve that kind of treatment.

More to the point, though, I’m at that place in my career where I feel like I’m waiting beside a well with no bucket and all I want is a drink of the water. Mostly I’m just waiting for someone to notice me there, but one thing is for sure whoever it is that finally helps me out is going to make a lot of money because of me.Ā  Is that arrogant to say? Maybe. I don’t know. But I think it’s true: I have a lot of ideas. I think they’re good ones- marketable ones- and I know that I can work long and hard to make them real if someone can help me sell them.

And the waiting is hard work.

 

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~ by Gwydhar Gebien on July 11, 2018.

One Response to “Woman By The Well”

  1. The way you comparedšŸ˜

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