Getting out of the habit of writing everyday was like quitting the gym. When I first start writing, I had nothing to compare it to, so sometimes the writing came slowly and I’d write for only a short time. Then suddenly I’d have an invigorating writing marathon one afternoon, and get thousands of words under my belt. Either way it felt just fine, I had nothing to worry about. And when I first joined the gym, I did my 30 minute workout with vigor, and came back three more times that first week. Some weeks I’d workout three times a week, sometimes four or five. Either way it was great.
It was something that easily became a habit. The writing. The workout. Then my term at the university ended, they closed my gym, and before I knew it, I got lazy.
I went and tried to get back into my writing. I started a blog; I changed character points of view; I started a whole new section of my novel; I wrote a short story. And I tried to join a new gym. I paid my money for a three month membership; I signed my name on the dotted line; I changed into my inside runners; I jumped on a machine. But it felt strange. It wasn’t as easy as I remembered it. I got tired very quickly.
When I was last making progress on my novel, I was in a writing class with other people trying to accomplish the same goals. When I joined the gym the first time, I joined with a friend. Where does that leave me? Out of shape and on my own to figure this out. Instead, I’ve been wasting time re-reading books I’ve already read like The Lost Symbol (Dan Brown). Dan’s books make me feel like I’m still in school. 🙂