The Slog is just what it sounds like. A dirty, unpleasant, hard, no-fun, grind. In other words, work. And work without any clearly defined reward. That’s where I find myself these days as I attempt, attempt, to complete a creative project that is more intense and demanding than any I’ve ever before attempted.

Some days I love it. Briefly. Most days I hate it. Intensely. But I’m slowly – make that sloooooowwwwwwwllllllllyyyyyyy – learning that The Slog is where most if not all of the important stuff happens. It’s certainly where I’m learning tons about tons. But not without cost. That too is an important gift from The Slog. If we got all of the glory without any of the work, the glory would be cheap and of little or no value to us.

So three cheers for The Slog. Okay, fine, one cheer. If it’s where you also find yourself, consider yourself lucky. Being stuck in The Slog means you paid a price to get there. It means “good things are still to come.” Love The Slog. Or at the least allow for the possibility of a fine working relationship. Hugs and kisses, Slog. (I hate you, Slog.)