You know that one workout where you just can’t finish another bicycle crunch? Gasping and sweating and fighting back the cramping in your muscles, you do another push-up, another minute on the treadmill–you do it because you know it’s worth it. You’ll have an excuse to eat that slice of German chocolate cake, you’ll feel that rush of endorphins all day, and maybe after a few months you’ll see that muffin-top vanish like a bad dream. Right? It’s hard work, but it’ll pay off in the end. You can feel it in your bones, even when you can’t fully extend your hamstrings for the next two days.
I’ve been talking with quite a few fellow authors lately who are in some sort of creative vacuum–unable to finish a story, unable to bridge the gap between Act Two and Act Three (okay maybe that’s me), unable to even start writing that First Great Novel but knowing it’s in there–and it feels a lot like that extra thigh I picked up last winter that’s starting to make me question my lifestyle. “Where am I going wrong? Why can’t I defeat this?” (more…)
