Blogging and writing in general are like riding a bike. When we say, “it’s like riding a bike”, we usually mean that you never forget how. The minute you start again, it is like you never stopped. But for me it means that you have to pick up a certain momentum in order to enjoy the ride.
Ride too slowly or stop too often and you get shaky and start to question your balance. You remember learning to ride, your chin hitting the pavement, the awful sound your teeth made slamming into each other. You need to pick up some speed, get the wind in your face and maybe even glide down a hill.
In recent weeks, I have been doing a million new things but my writing has been shoved in the corner of the basement like my old trail bike I used to love so much. As I write this post, I am dragging the bike from the basement, wiping away the thickest cobwebs and going for a shaky ride around the driveway. Writing begets writing and taking a break makes me feel stuck in the mud. The busyness is real, (children have been sick, I am applying for farm grants, adjusting the public school routine) but when I have writing momentum I manage to shove things aside for a few minutes of writing. It is the same with being truly immersed in a novel, there is somehow time to read. It becomes a priority, a need instead of another thing on the list.
So there we have it, a new post with hopes of a long gentle downhill slope coming around the next bend. Thanks for reading this blog and joining me for the ride around my bumpy driveway and hopefully beyond!