Back in 8th grade, I ran track and even competed in a 3/4th of a mile race. To people like my son, such a short distance seems ridiculous, but for me at the time (and even now), it seemed epic. Midway through the race the first time I raced, I lay down. I'd run faster than I ever had before and everyone had lapped me and it all seemed so pointless. I wouldn't win. What would it matter if I just walked off the field?
But I remember catching my breath and thinking, it would matter to me. I've run this far, I'll see it through. That sort of stubborn this is my hill and these are my beans mentality has seen me through a lot of things, not the least of which is having and trying to raise all these people.
The biggest temptation in writing, is to quit. The second biggest temptation is to restart. The third biggest temptation is to persist.
I have felt all three temptations to be sure. I know this week, I felt myself lying down, catching my breath, wondering if there are more words I need to write, more humor to share, more thoughts that just have to spill out onto the page.
My writing schedule includes currently writing for Eat Sleep Write, submitting to the Catholic Standard on a regular basis, writing a weekly column for Catholicmom.com, and trying to crank out a decent thousand words five days a week for the six months writing boot camp. My son runs long distance. He hopes to be in a half marathon or a whole one in the next year. He's a cross country runner. I'm a cross country writer.
The answer is yes. I'm sorry the blog has been sort of dull lately. I'll try to get refocused on giving you slice of life humor and occasional spiritual reflection, rather than just links to where I've recently been published.
For those who don't know, I finished the race. I came in fifth. Granted only five people finished the race, but eight started it. I still have the yellow ribbon. Whenever I feel winded and like stopping something I started, I look at it, take a deep breath and get back to work.
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