I am a beginning runner. I’ve been a beginning runner for about 18 years. I run a bit, and then I stop for weeks, months, years, or decades at a time, and then I run again. And by run, I mean jog. And by jog, I mean my grandmother might have been able to outpace me with her walker back in the day.
I have three laws. And they work for writing as well.
1. No one wants to write or run. Nope. We’d all rather be lying on the couch, nursing our favorite microbrew (Ipswich Oatmeal Stout, Lyra), watching our latest TV addiction. Or even better, we’d all rather HAVE written/run.
2. Even a little bit of writing/running is amazing. You are awesome. You ran two miles/wrote four pages without stopping? You are a superhero. A million people never even get that far. Sure, if you want to write a book/run a marathon, you might want to be more focused. But even super-runner Dr. Cougar started somewhere.
3. After you have written/run you can do anything. Consume Cheetos and bourbon? Well, not together, because even I, an inveterate Cheetos lover and bourbon lover thinks that’s gross. But you can feel like a million bucks and can loll on the couch for the rest of the day. You have my permission.
What makes you feel like a superhero?