I rode my bike this week!!!!!
Okay, I know you're thinking, "Big whoopdeedoo, Jen" but for me it was a big deal since it was the first time I'd been able to since my knee surgery last summer.
I love riding my bike. I hadn't had one for twenty years or so and when I got one again it was a purely logical decision. I needed exercise and a bike would allow me to do that without pounding on my poor knees and feet.
I'd forgotten how much simple joy can be found in taking a ride around the block.
Every time I climb on my bike, I get to channel my younger self.
I revel in the wind against my face and the sensation of freedom the ride offers.
(That's not me. I'm pretty sure they didn't even have helmets when I was a kid.)
I do so love to throw my hands out and mentally yell, "Look, Ma, no hands!"
I'm also big on singing the Miss Gulch song from the Wizard of Oz when I'm pedaling hard.
I'm sharing all this because as I was riding my bike this week (hands on the handle bars) feeling some of that youthful joy, I realized that I'm missing that feeling of fun in my writing.
Writing is work.
Work is ________.
How would you fill in the blank?
Work is hard?
Work is necessary?
Work is drudgery?
Work is not fun?
But it used to be. No one ever starts writing thinking those things.
writing is exhilarating
writing is an adventure
writing is cool
writing is fun
Somewhere along the way, with deadlines and edits and all the "work" that comes along with writing and publishing a book, we (okay I) can lose sight of what a marvelous journey we get to take with our craft.
I'm making an effort to remember/rediscover/celebrate the joy of writing. I'd appreciate any tips you might have to share.
Mine is to go for a bike ride.