Yep, that pretty blanket of white fluff isn’t so pretty after it has melted and refrozen a few times. It occurred to me today while walking the treacherous sidewalks, how much writing can be like walking on ice.
Sometimes we fall. Remember that novel idea you had. You know, the one with the busty, submarine captain getting abducted by aliens and giving birth to the child of a prophecy.
Sometimes we slide. Can be good or bad depending on which way we’re sliding, but always unexpected.
Sometimes we move slowly. Taking small steps to keep our feet under us, we do our research and learn the unspoken rules and re-re-re-edit.
Sometimes we’re still moving full-steam-ahead. If we’re in a hurry to get where we’re going, we’ll just run across the ice. And yes that can make us fall, but look how far we got before that happened.
How are you moving?
Personally, I’m one of the cautious ones. I like to do my homework and feel secure (or as close as I can get) before I move on to the next task. But maybe that’s not what’s best for me. Maybe I should be running right now. Maybe a fall would do me some good.