So we've decided that writing is a worthy pursuit: a great use of time and energy with high reward. A turn of phrase that captures the essence of an experience. A metaphor catapulting understanding. A description of place that transports readers out of their bodies, an astral projection of sorts.
Runners talk about the high they get, an endorphin rush that drives them forward and inspires them to hit the trail day after day. As writers we, too, sometimes can achieve that out-of-the-world experience, especially when we seem to transcribe words flowing from somewhere else. We move our fingers faster and faster to capture it all. And when it's done, we feel satisfied and spent.
Given the opportunities that writing offers - creative expression and surging joy - it is a mystery why it takes true force of will to sit down and get to it every day. We know the formula: Butt + Seat = Pages.
But my butt consistently tries to avoid the seat and cut straight to the satisfied-and-spent moment. An arms-over-head stretch. A yawning exhale.
What happened to my writing today?
Just a little inconvenient napping.
Good job, KJ...not the napping part but the geting off (or should I say, "on") your butt and posting to the blog.
ReplyDeleteNow all you guys have to keep it going while I sail over the seas to the mystic east and come back a month later with some magic writing dust to share.
Till then get on your butts and snap those fingers over your keyboards.