I thought that writer’s guilt (over not writing) was a fairly unique thing, but as I look out at my weed-infested, overgrown-lawn, desperate for a trim garden I realise there is gardener’s guilt too.
I have had a large yard for 4 years now, so the gloss has come off having a garden, especially after 4 weekends of rain. It isn’t all just planting vegetable crops and flowers, there is maintenance, lots of maintenance. You also need to learn stuff, like where to put what when, what looks good together and what overpowers what.
I guess in that way gardening is like writing too. Something that seems like it should be second nature is actually a skill that needs to be crafted and honed. You will probably kill a few plants along the way, but you will learn some tricks eventually. Also, if you neglect it, well, it just looks like crap.
I can’t help but see the irony in how when my writing is going well, my garden is usually being ignored and vice versa. But there is one huge difference between the two. If the work in the garden all gets too overwhelming, I can pay someone to tidy it all up and the garden will still feel like mine. I don’t think I could say the same about getting someone in to write my novel.