A flight of fancy

ButterflySometimes I take my sons to the Butterfly Conservatory in Niagara Falls. It’s a beautiful, crowded yet peaceful place with thousands of jewels fluttering through the air all around you. They love it and I love it. I like taking my camera and seeing just how many varieties I can capture in still while we’re there.

I remember this one time I sought this one particular type of butterfly that had the most gorgeous blue colouring.

The colouring was only on the inside of the wings, though. I tried for a good hour to get into a position to snap a picture and by the time the camera was ready, it would have closed its wings or flown away. Frustrated, I took pictures of other butterflies until my memory cards were full and it was time to go. On the way out, that elusive butterfly landed right on the leg of my jeans and opened it wings wide. I actually had to get help to get it off because it would have stayed that way until I left had I not, but my camera was still unusable.

Call it irony or Murphy’s Law or what-have-you, but it’s a perfect example of the frustration of being an author. Sometimes, you can push and push for an idea to come, push and push for content and be left disappointed. Finally, when it is least convenient, the perfect moment comes, and you know that when you can capture it, it will only disappear again.

I imagine it is a lot easier for those writers who can live by their pen. Who don’t need to sleep a regular schedule or can spend all day drifting for story to story spreading their genius. Some of us aren’t that lucky. I’ll go so far as to say that most of us aren’t. It took a very long time, even, for me to realize you didn’t have to write a story chronologically, so it is possible that I just haven’t figured out how to capture my butterfly yet, and I one day will.

However, until that time comes, I’ll be wondering what flights of fancy I miss in the times my camera isn’t pointed at just the right spot at just the right time, yet marvel when it is.

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