Joe’s Post #156 —
Ok, so this post may not be what you think.
It’s not a quick post about a writing exercise. You know, ‘write a story with the word blueberry in the first sentence’ or ‘write your plot as a haiku while hanging upside down from a chandelier.’
No, this post was sparked by something I read in the Atlantic. La-de-dah, right?
Well, to be honest, I’m not normally an Atlantic reader, but this link came from Publisher’s Weekly, which I do read. So there.
It said, of all things, that writers like to run.
At first I thought, what the f***? I know like a hundred writers and maybe 3 of them run, and one of them is usually running to chase bad guys. So, how could this be true?
If I was to run – something I did way back when I was young (and actually enjoyed it, though they called it playing soccer) – anyway, if I was to run, I’d be too worried about how I looked, how much of me jiggled like a bowl full of jello, and why my running shorts were constantly pinching my crotch.
Plus I’d be huffing and puffing like an out-of-breath elephant and scaring children that saw me. I’d be a magnet for 911 calls.
So, yeah, not a good way to get out of my head and think about story or character or plot problems. But that’s me.
Read the article and find out for yourself.
But it got me thinking, cuz that’s what highfalutin magazines do.
What exercises do you do?
Walking, like running for some, helps me clear my head. It gets me out of my writing space which, oddly enough, sometimes inhibits the creative process, despite my collection of star wars collectible figures and inspirational writing books. As well, the fresh air helps me get in touch with my senses, again. Smell. Sound. Sights.
All good things for a writer.
I know my 5/5/5 buddies have their own writing exercises. If you read their posts, you might see the odd tennis game, gym membership or active gardening.
But I don’t think what you do matters.
What matters is that we writers get out of our basements, out of our offices, or get released from the mental institute for an hour or so. It’s way too easy to simply sit there and write, think about writing, research a new word for fornication or get lost in a google search that began with “what’s the best way to smother someone?”
Simply put, we cannot live only in our heads. We need fresh air. We need to be in the world, if only for a few hours.
It makes us better writers.
Page count: Not much over 100 pages now. I’m not proud of myself.
Queries Sent: 4.
Rejections: Holding at 1. So far.
Blogs Written Since Last Post: 1 (not a lot new at Just A Stepdad.)
Exercise: 5 days straight.
Movies Seen: Missed seeing Specter today because of parenting commitments.
Book I’m Reading: Looking at David Sedaris.