As regular readers know, I have been having trouble writing lately. This morning before work, I opened my notebook (for those just tuning in, the spiral-bound paper kind) and penned the following:
Once again I draw a metaphor between writing and running. One one reason, I have not been doing enough of either. In many respects it is a sound comparison. Both can be difficult. Both are wonderful when going well, painful when not. You have to get through the painful parts to get to the good parts.
The most important aspect of either is: You have to do it. You can’t just sit and think about it, although some thought is necessary. It does not count just to by the best running shoes, socks and bras, nor yet a fine new notebook and perfect pen. You can’t just stretch, and you can’t just make notes and outlines (I personally have never successfully worked form nor even completed an outline, although I am a prodigious note-maker).
I don’t know how much further I can go with this, but at least it got my pen moving.
After writing that much, I turned back a few pages and wrote a few more notes on the murder mystery I am writing for a fundraiser for the Herkimer County Historical Society (preview of coming attractions). I know I said you can’t just write notes, but notes are a very important part of murder mysteries. They are not just notes I write from. They are notes I give the actors to help them build their characters and aid them in the improvised sections of the performance. Just to give you a little peek into how these murder mysteries are put together.
I guess I don’t know if my little comparison between running and writing has any value to any other writers nor yet holds any interest for any readers. However, it worked pretty well as a pep talk for myself, and I’m going to call it good enough for a Monday Mental Meanderings. This blog is just about to go All Tempest All The Time, and right now, I have to get ready for rehearsal. I hope to see you all on Tired Tuesday.