Mucles like an Ant

Today I got up eager to begin rewriting the epilogue of my new book, JoyRide. I wrote until I was called away from the writing. When I returned, I found that all the work that I put into the revised epilogue had disappeared. I searched the computer’s files, thinking it may have gotten misplaced. (Computers do the darndest things, sometimes.) But it wasn’t anywhere. Three hours of writing had vanished.

Once, I watched an ant as it moved a dead moth toward its hole in the ground. The moth was easily twenty times larger than the tiny fella but I don’t think the ant knew it. He pushed the moth until he encountered a rock in the way, then he climbed onto the rock and heaved the moth up and over the barrier.

If  we do not give up, we cannot lose.