It might be unexpected, what you most fear, what you’ve carefully avoided. I believe in finding inventive solutions, embracing an unconventional path, and being open to what IS working-or what might. That creative fire simply can’t be put out.
A couple remain heartbreaks, but most no longer sting because I changed to the point they no longer aligned with those same values I mentioned: what I care about, what’s meaningful to me, my identity.Īrtists and people with a particular passion tend not to give up. That’s part of the deal, letting go here and there. As long as you continue to take actions in line with what you care about, what’s meaningful to you, and your own identity, then I think you’re on the right track no matter how much you might feel like abandoning the endeavor.įor me, as a writer, I started fairly late, hit a bunch of snafus along the path, and have had many moments, days, and seasons of truly considering giving up what with the uncertainty, doubt, and feeling like I didn’t have a tool large enough to clear away the brambles and get through.Īnd I’ve definitely given up on certain projects that didn’t get traction or that I decided, in the long-run, were no longer true to or compelling enough to me. I really believe that if you’re pursuing a dream, there’s some way to get there-even if it’s by shifting the dream. It’s inevitable to ask: “Should I just give up?”
I feel like this is really THE question, especially if you’re someone who, like me and so many others, has faced “no’s” and hurdles in the universal experience of being an artist. Hi Danielle, do you have some perspective or insight you can share with us on the question of when someone should give up versus when they should keep going? The story tangles and twists in unexpected ways before Zinnia, with a little help from her friends, comes to a new understanding of hive and home.We had the good fortune of connecting with Danielle Davis and we’ve shared our conversation below. Things unravel further when a swarm of runaway bees take up residence in the messy nest of curls atop Z’s head. She manages to disguise her beehive from most eyes but a boy named Birch takes notice. And her mother, Philomena Flossdrop, D.D.S., seems more devoted to dental hygiene and do-gooder community activism than to Zinnia. Zinnia is a seventh-grade yarn bomber intent on putting an “exuberant sweater on the whole world.”īut when her yarn habit gets her into trouble, she finds that her beloved older brother and frequent accomplice has gone MIA.
But the charming middle-grade novel Zinnia and the Bees by Danielle Davis made me want to be both. Nor a crocheter (besides some basics, which I learned just last winter).
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