For the past couple of days, I’ve been learning how to ride a bike.
It was one of my goals for 2016 and I’m happy to say that I’m making a good bit of progress, though I’m still nowhere near to being able to ride perfectly. My legs are scraped up, I have three new blisters, and my whole body aches, but I’m having lots of fun anyway, and I’m not giving up until I beat this thing. I’ve already determined that.
What does all this have to do with writing? Well, another one of my goals for this year was to revise my novel, The Bounty Hunter. And I’ve been putting that off, afraid to touch that mess of a thing. No determination. None of the gumption that I’m showing in learning how to bicycle.
You know what I need to do? I need to push through my reservations, my compunctions, my worries, my doubts and plow into my book with all the vigor and verve that I know I’m capable of. Just like I’m pushing through my aches and pains to reach the other goal I set for myself. Especially since I have Louis L’Amour’s quote staring me in the face every time I look away from my screen: “Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”
So, turn up the music, ignore the question marks, and JUST WRITE.