So I ran a half marathon yesterday. And it hurt quite a lot in the latter stages. I didn't want to stop, but I certainly didn't want to keep going either. But I kept telling myself I wanted to do this, that pushing through and giving it everything I had would be worthwhile. I'm never going to win a marathon, or half marathon, never going to have that kind of speed, but I can get better. And every time I try and don't quit, I do get better.
Writing's much the same. Sometimes it's hard. Sometimes it hurts a lot. In running, you get medals. (Everyone in the distance events gets a finisher's medal, which is part of the appeal for me. :) I've printed cover pages for the novels I've finished. Three are finished first drafts and I have left them behind, and two are polished. But looking up at them pinned to the wall above my desk reminds me of how hard I worked to get there and how good a marathon can feel.
Afterwards.
Writing Project: Raoul's planning
Time Planned: 2 hours
Time Spent: 2 hours
Favourite Part: incorporating a few "wouldn't it be cool if" thoughts into the plot in an integrated and useful fashion
Exercise: Walked to Tim Horton's for an iced cappuccino
One Fun Thing I Did Today: see above. :)
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